Sunday, July 6, 2014

Pass

The coldest of the winter is here
   but i saw a glimpse
   of the summer to come.

It's chilly and icy here
   but the thought of you
   warms me up.
Makes me think
   of what's jet to come,
   that all will pass,
   and i thirst
      the littlest moment of calm.
11.04.2014

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