my

My love is the one who wanders

it lost its roots and burned its cradle

no one knows it

it comes like the scent of the spring in a breeze

when winter holds you the strongest

my love is the one who wanders

and you wish you’d catch it.

it comes with scarves and it dances

where rays of light break …

so don’t worry about it

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