Zwischen Farben

Venice is no city— she is a dream that dreams of you, a veil of desire draped over the skin of the soul. A gentle wound of beauty, fleeting as a kiss in fog— a dream that melts into the mist, yet never fully fades.

Forget-Me-Nots Blue spring sky remembers -  a "Never!" lost to silence,  autumn glows in gold.

 I wish I lived in another time, Another heart, another rhyme, A world that starts—and ends—with you. If dreams could bend the threads of fate, I’d cross the stars; I wouldn’t wait. In that life, so pure, so true, I’d find my home in loving you.