- Yearning -
I want to push the clouds away
The morning mist creeping
Near the surface is ready to emerge
Whirling autumn leaves
Leaving a red and orange desert ground
This is right I suppose ~ the time is here now
The summer was too short
Runs faster than a leopard
Autumn goes right through me
Cold gust into my soul
Allready missing the flowers with dress diamonds
09.11.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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