Purity

How humble is our love

that latches on to hearts

As pure as white doves

For no one,

Can tear us apart.

Artwork by: Nelina Trubach-Moshnikova

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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