I am covering the snow by myself
I am opened by a priest
I am reserved for banality
I am spelled to dawn
I am true for nothing
I am streaming to wet
I am dreaming to the beginning
… passing you
on the line of the wishes
meeting eyes
… forget herself
she doesn..t realize
she owns the brilliant skin
try to find the deep
in a christmas ball
and when she tells the truth
it might break
the dream
YOU
Lovely
And
Clear
View
Of
Blond-black
Wave
(and above all
you're the movement
so aloud and beauteous)
