Danish evening

Wind is whispering With the snow My face tired I’m alone Many people Speak to me About reasons About dreams And I’ve to escape from them Freedom can I pretend? The river almost iced My windows is my eye Full of life the road And I am not obliged To avoid again to cry It’s not always wrong Love seems something I can’t hold In my cold hands I’m…

Danish eveningultima modifica: 2013-03-25T11:40:00+01:00da arteletteratura
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