No way -to touch the air
No way -to stop the rain
of waterfalls and what we dare
but cannot find the words
to paint...
when
In your hair the wind's like
feather
this strange occasion seemed to
melt then our hearts on
final step
Betrayed and subtle.. And the
anger in smiling lies
of days we dropped
touched everything
and we forgot
about the lasting
awkward scare
And what we are came up
and..
Brought
the scent of snow light and
faithful in unexpected
sigh
of God.
s-now
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