I sit here and realize that my spring is winter.
Winter has come and has given me cold, hunger and despair, the howls of wolves approaching the moon are getting stronger, I look and tells me there is no turning back ...
His hands are cold as ice, his eyes blue as the ocean, are pervasive and liars. It is like a fire without any escape. Silently and hugging going very far to me where I can find where there is no longer any suffering, where the snow falls. snow white as the clouds, stars everywhere. The breeze tells me that this is the place where you belong, but once I said that I did not fence, dont want to be without me.
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