when evening comes

while we are fighting...
i've already begun to think
in what position
we gonna make peace...

happiness doesn't wear suits,
doesn't make expensive gifts,
but has two gentle eyes
which you impatiently wait
to see them again...
when evening comes

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

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