The illusion of freedom as the flying is for a dove
All roads are opened, but locked way to my Love.
The illusion of peace as the freestyle sands.
And illusion of happiness as a dust in my hands.
The illusion of sorrow is the Illusion of Dream
When we've thirsting for only : it is to breathe of the spring...
24.04.11, 7:38
The illusions in the spring
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