🌹💛A star,
at the end of his life,
becomes more and more beautiful and luminous,
when a train goes away,
it takes with it,
always something,
of wonderful memories,
of distant landscapes,
the sound of the wind,
of us,
lean against the window,
with our long hair and many thoughts,
in your hands.
Nothing really ages under our skin,
in our deep veins,
memories,
love,
experiences,
many,
and long awaited and experienced springs,
it's always all down there,
and the more time passes,
the more beautiful it becomes,
like a story told years later,
when we were children,
of a princess,
and of her immense
and her fabulous castle.
Time erases nothing,
makes everything more wonderful,
it's surely,
more and more incredibly,
precious.💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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