TWIN FLAMES I shall find you again in the winter alleyway  as the rain will carry the scent  of your sobs. A light  October breeze caresses the temples, like a wistful breeze tangled in your hair. A kiss on the lips  endless  the ballads, the companions, on the strings of longing  just like back then… … تابع قراءة UNFADED SEAS by Christina Margeti