The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with ever — Oksana Rus
The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with ever — Oksana Rus
The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with ever — Oksana Rus
The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with ever — Oksana Rus
The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with ever — Oksana Rus
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The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with every heart beat and the waves' breath...the time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...by your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life...

— Oksana Rus
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