Seeing the rain, the morning light, the morning dew, you stay in the dream, the bubble has fallen well in the morning sun, the shadow of love, the twilight, the illusion of your existence. Wounds will burn in the morning light, new souls will wake up, tired birds will return home at the end of the day, sing again. May the morning be full, the torrential rain of your touch will be all morning, the vision of your idol in the land of my dreams. #Photography
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