The tree branches are reaping little by little
I creep into the mine, roll me, quit me
thoughts of autumn and cold
the last soft summer hide
in my drawer tops and bathing suit

While my clock hours are lost somewhere
between time and space, I prefer
still dreaming about heat
on my skin, walking along washed
together with other blue and pleasantly enjoy
of beneficial lovely terrace nights

think you know winter to soften
and gives it some extra power
With Love and Kiss and a very fine weekend
Dayenne Soraya
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