Winter's pretty faces .
- You left me a little stanzas .
White as the daily bread crumb, which was forbidden?
Now when you say you can , and just tears belong to me anymore
Haughty as raising wing of eternity,
It blossoms in secret.
Where will our sunsets twilight now?
Sanktifierad according to branch evenings.
Who will blow the rebate ?
Cradles , lush green forests of spring.
Sunrise at me now
I did not turn up
I live just a moment beyond time
Come winter
Confess me what you did to run cheers blossom in January
Whose flowers in her hair
I sprinkle them punk you until yesterday
You throw sadness in my lap as a dowry
star ornament
Master of nights you over push me enlightening.
But do not you know that the star that shines upon you
still want to be me
And you will not be able to replace me anymore
Dawn rises.
And the dream is black with long fringes tissue breaks apart into strings
And the stars of welders
Forehead, crying
Pretend in sunshine
Particles thoughts we regret perceptive denies them
The shadow from the window shaking
Your step goes wrong and you know dear
You know a thousand steps
I have not yet said
Winter stay a bit longer for me, until the birds are singing in the grove .
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Författaren Jeflea Norma, Diana. med Poeter.se id #40227 innehar upphovsrätten