We were looking
For each other
At the end of
All the champagne glasses
We used to drink
When we were
Togheter
All the Fleurs
I sent you
Where dying
During that cold winter
When we, were
Bounted in my bed
Searching for all the heat
Of our hearts
We were colder than
That winter but
We tried incessantly
To warm up with the fire
Of our hearts
But now, we are
Strangers again but
I want to ask you again:
What flowers
Do you want to receive
Tomorrow?
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Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
