Sometimes your heart stops somewhere at a moment... in an arrival hall or a departure flight.You drift in the nights of longing, with memories of them at sunset or in a moment of escape…And the raindrops pour down... colors of the soul... the muse of poetry, the companion of travel and conversatio...
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