It was a cold winter day to see
a cough to vision your breath
and yet I feel this apricity
a longing touch of uniqueness
that the time has joined you and me
telling us our souls have met
But do come the lummings
like demure confessions
as much as unanswered prayers
to say you had to mention
my name with a thousand versions
so ample to yours that fits the perfect way
as to fly without ignition
to be further from the bay
And as the last snow has melted
the breeze derive to the grass
I shall go whenever I'm needed
to your arms at last
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
It was a cold winter day to see
a cough to vision your breath
and yet I feel this apricity
a longing touch of uniqueness
that the time has joined you and me
telling us our souls have met
But do come the lummings
like demure confessions
as much as unanswered prayers
to say you had to mention
my name with a thousand versions
so ample to yours that fits the perfect way
as to fly without ignition
to be further from the bay
And as the last snow has melted
the breeze derive to the grass
I shall go whenever I'm needed
to your arms at last
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