Kapardeli Eftichia
Romance
Love is a bird flying
Deep in the sky
Love is a new day
Love is a new life
Love is the music eternity
Love is the rain of stars
Love is the memory of souls
Love is a rose inside me
Love is everything
Love is you and me
Small Pleasur...
Love Is...
Light And Kis...
In Deep Lakes
Love
Heroes
Let Me
God Is Victor...
The Miracle
Unborn
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
‘Cause I know I will see you again.... ‘Cause I know I will see you again....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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