Endless Dream

In endless dreams, you call me, a sigh upon the air.
Fragile fragments, broken.
To dream, we do not dare.
Take me in your silence, to secrets left untold.
Break me, sweet sensation.
Shape me in your mould.
Dreams, they do call me...


poem by emmi


Model: Laetitia
MUa: Me
Styling: Me
Hair: Me