If I were the winter which would freeze your soul
I'd turn your tears into the very icicles
wherewith I'd raise a 'till the Sun monument
just to warm you with soft rains where I shall swim
and I'd even drown myself,
happy,
for the spring that came.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
If I were the winter which would freeze your soul
I'd turn your tears into the very icicles
wherewith I'd raise a 'till the Sun monument
just to warm you with soft rains where I shall swim
and I'd even drown myself,
happy,
for the spring that came.
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