This is Bliss – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety-Eight

Intrinsic charm,
Intensive hope,
The colors of change,
The sweet sound of longing,
Where shadows grow longer,
And lovers come closer,
This is bliss, my dear.

Such a rare feat,
Such beauty, uncommon and fleeting.
Don’t blink, I beg of you,& breathe.

Breathe little darling,
Make it count this time.

I want to feel the sound of your life. 

Au revoir,

Gigi

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