Do the winters know your name
Do they whisper to the trees
Do you hear it echo through
Night's sharp winds, cold morning breeze
Does the nightfall remember
Your voice fading in release
Do the raindrops long for you
That moment before they freeze
Do the roads, so lone, still call
When they have no one to greet
Do they wish to feel again
Soothing traces of your feet
Do I long for you, like then
Am I lost.. Or I await..
Do I write 'bout our past, just
To hear it reverberate
Of all in this world I've seen
Love must be the strangest thing
'cause, you know, if you asked me
I'd leave behind everything...
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Wowers! You forever have this way of taking the soul in hand to send us flying either into the ether or plummeting below, yet with such a winsomely tender touch one can't help but half swoon. Me loves. Thanks for sharing, you!
Oh wow, thanks so much for that.. Means a lot 🙂
Profound as always Nebojsa! I've got to get back to it myself and this helps to get into the mood!
Thanks so much, man 🙂
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