My imagination!
My imagination draw your face every time, When I miss you and think you about every night. I never want to lost you, but sometimes It need for you, but what me about!? You are far away in foreign country, Because your job so difficult and dangerous, But I can to write you always, And I want to hold your hand in mine! My imagination so emotionally and strongly: I never cry on people and not show my teardrops But always I'll want to hear, I so needs: "Let's go!" "My darling, I'll want to take you with me!" And I'll never be so alone, I'll not miss you and you miss to me... This is a poem for @Jason_James_Qwill, for my lovely Thor Odinson!😘😍💜
2019-12-13 21:39:05
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Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein
@Parlament of Writers and Poets Thank you, Nick:) I wrote this poem for @Jason_James_Qwill, for Thor:)😘
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2019-12-14 11:10:47
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Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein
@My sketches (Avenger!!!) Thank you, Cap!😍
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2019-12-14 11:12:20
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Linda-Jane (Наташа) (Romanoff) Vengarsye
@Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein Wow! So many feels and romantic in your poem with love!:)
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