Friday, January 20, 2017

In The Heart Of Winter(Detail) Comments

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'On my pillow my tears are flowing-the icicles of a silent weep
They're frozen by the wind that comes through the window pane-the winter's cold breeze
Wildly blows like your breath at the golden times when you whispered the most beautiful night tales into my ears
The air you left still fills the empty space around me, only its temperature changed
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