The city calls me a lot in this silence...
I miss those halogen lights...
I miss those early fog..
I miss those shadows...
I miss those cold morning rush....
Winter reminds me a lot of my childhood...
The fighting over the last piece of orange...
Those days are gone...far far away...
Born in a winter....
Fell in love in a winter...
First kiss in a winter..
First heartbreak in a winter..
I wish ...i die in a winter...
1 comment:
:) even your poetry is like the soft warmth of sunlight in a winter morning.
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