I had a dream again … that winter
full of Mays and Junes …
and your words carried a scent of red wine …
I should have known
and I knew that sea is your meadow
that you are carried as snow with the first sunray
that you have two faces … and that spring is the other one
but we just walked under street lights
everything stopped, but time kept flowing …
you colored white world in your decadence
I should have known
and I knew that you are a poet, a breeze
that you flow even when you stand
that you have two faces … and that spring is the other one
and I knew nothing is all you can give to me
that your promises are empty as hollow well
that one day you will leave … and never look back …
so, why now tears…?
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