The sweet rain of this winter... Your taste lingers in my thoughts, but you have gone and the summer is creeping in... The windy trees will eventually sweep the sadness away from my heart and the recollection of you shall leave a smile on my face.
´Twas a short winter indeed.
"upon us all, a little rain must fall".
Farewell.
viernes, 24 de diciembre de 2010
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A piece of something I wrote couple weeks ago. Similar topic...I leave it for you to erase it if you wish. Luv, Hermit.
"Lovely.
A word can rain on you.
Believe that the sound and the intentions put in a word touch your soul, just like rain, and give skin sensations, fearful hearts pounding strong and soft, vacuum inside, outside, everywhere, vacuum that sucks you and turns you into nothing....a simple feather floating on your breath.
Sometimes this word lovely rained on me, uttered by your beloved mouth. Shall I say more...?
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