// Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings, Somewhere my lips twitch into the most beautiful smile- so beautiful that my pink lips don't need lipstick. Somewhere where an imaginary zephyr, blows away my hair, They fly around like dandelion seeds not getting out of the flower. //Caption // Of Smultronstalle Words // Smultronstalle- Of Soothing solace, and sturdy silence, Relaxation and ravishing the retrouvaille of finding something precarious- solace. A place where my eyes grow big, wide and shining without a hit of an eyeliner, Somewhere where my legs grow wings,