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“Hannah do you even know the meaning of evening silences? Watching the ebb, the halo hanging upon your eyes? Hannah do we even know the love we twined in those pines? We walked with veils like of virgin shyness? Those constellation, those stars that gleam and thrill, those seamless touches, those eyes, shyness and sheen, those Hannah, those nights painted by Vincent Van Gogh, those nights I took you in my arms and held you like an eg” — Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
Hannah
do you even know the meaning of evening silences?
Watching the ebb, the halo hanging upon your eyes?
Hannah
do we even know the love we twined in those pines?
We walked with veils like of virgin shyness?
Those constellation, those stars that gleam and thrill,
those seamless touches, those eyes, shyness and sheen,
those Hannah,
those nights painted by Vincent Van Gogh, those nights I took you in my arms and held you like an eg