Fashion Photography

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

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