Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of my dreams, my longing shines as if I were a forgotten story that returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you happily, and your voice is a golden river whose pure air I inhale, telling me captivating stories. I see the green light of your eyes sparkling, where everything sings. Yes, in front your green eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable, colorful and soft moments. How happy I am with your pearly face and the smile of your calm shadow that captivates me every morning.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of my dreams, my longing shines as if I were a forgotten story that returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you happily, and your voice is a golden river whose pure air I inhale, telling me captivating stories. I see the green light of your eyes sparkling, where everything sings. Yes, in front your green eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable, colorful and soft moments. How happy I am with your pearly face and the smile of your calm shadow that captivates me every morning.
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