в тумблере всегда есть кто-то, кто понимает тебя )
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"Love can never be portrayed. Same way as tree, sea, or any other mistery. It’s the eyes as much we see. It’s the sinner in saint. It’s light inside painting."
The heart is the sleeping beauty
and love the only kiss it can’t resist.
Even as eyes lay open wide,
there is a heart that sleeps inside,
and it’s to there you must be hastening,
for all hearts dream,
they dream only of awakening.