You're stone cold, like
the seconds after
You get out of a hot
shower in winter
Far away, you bury your
head in another
Sand, hiding from us,
keeping me secret.
No promises, no veils,
no sunrays in the East ...
I'll choose instead the
cold mornings,
With green leaves that
beautifully let go in autumn
I`ll choose instead the
stormy sky
And starry nights in
spring, and a sweet melody...
I`ll choose you, over
me.
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