in the cold winter, underneath all those snowflakes, walking gently, slowly
appeared in front of my fingers.
her voice, steam into ether,
calmed the wild wind;
I know that you are there, and I am here – but
it isn’t fair for your shadow to slip gently on the river’s water.
I miss your embrace, your teeth with which you’d take my spirit,
throw it into mist, and then catch it into your warm, surreal mouth.
december, december,
where is my lover?
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I like that!!!Really.I don’t know where is your lover…maybe…
“december, december”, winter, snowflakes
şi-un rătăcit în căutarea căldurii
simply beautiful