📚🤍when
tenderness is the only rule of the morning🤍📖
🌹🤍one day, when
tenderness is the only rule of the morning,
I will wake up in your
arms. perhaps your skin will be too beautiful.
and the light will
understand the impossible understanding of love.
one day, when the
rain dries in memory, when the winter is
so far away, when the
cold responds slowly with a dragging voice
of an old man, I will
be with you and birds will sing on the parapet of
our window. yes,
birds will sing, there will be flowers, but none of that
it will
be my fault, because I will wake up in your arms and I will not
say
neither a word nor the beginning of a word, so as not to
spoil
the perfection of happiness.🤍💖💗💞💘💓💕💝
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