by Marcello Comitini
The ballerina that I was holding in my arms fly high. Tender like a drop of water The wings of his heart fluttered captive. I caressed her like a dream made flesh. She asked for love and freedom. Did I know donate them? So I opened my arms. I lost her.
Manuela🌹. I let the dancer escape, but you brought her back into my arms. Thank you so much🙏🤗🌹
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I am glad I could. Now, hold her tight… 🙂
You are more than welcome, Marcello!
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Thank very much, Manuela 🌹. I will never let her go😀
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