Not all men are the same
Some are men of the winter
those who have never tasted the spring,
whose hearts are like a cold abandoned
car drowned in middle of a freezing lake
for whom the northern lights is like sun
and icy breeze
often whispers to them slowly
to search for their hearts
and they embrace the lake,
the frostbites and the abandoned car
but never the spring
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC
Not all men are the same
Some are men of the winter
those who have never tasted the spring,
whose hearts are like a cold abandoned
car drowned in middle of a freezing lake
for whom the northern lights is like sun
and icy breeze
often whispers to them slowly
to search for their hearts
and they embrace the lake,
the frostbites and the abandoned car
but never the spring
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