like a silly bear with a cold nose
smelling an old bunch of wild flowers
wondering what went wrong.
The river sometimes enter in the cave
bringing some funny little fish in
that makes me smile. Still...
Is so cold here, so cold.
I gaze at the stars on clear, lonely nights
and hear the whispers of the forest
(Thousand tiny voices)
spelling your name.
Can this pain be stopped?
I have lots of words
written in each of my bones.
Your hips are sailing through my veins.
It's a non sense world.
A.
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