A sea kiss sent to Colorado Hills

It’s strange how the sunrise holds the sound of violins and words, those words and violins that died drowning in rain and tears, and listening to David Garrett  brings only smiles, where the eyes and the moon tremble sleepy and dazzling, and you and I, we are only imaginary waves in the sea, following the reckless glow of poetry …

Dedicated to the man with opinion!

Aegean sunset

Standing beautiful

Gone withing diamond hours

Lonely in Winter

Virgin and astonishing


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