Long Red

Portrait Day (19)

4. August 2013

How long was my sleep in dreams so irreal, naive. Born in kingdom sorrowless and a golden Queen always on my mind. Today, her beauty grown up irresistant, like a never ending enigma, deep down in the only tunnel love. And all her summer sonny shine is running on, to empty heartbeats for a little while.

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