The cold writer

Bit by bit

drips of drops,

slide down the water wall.

sliding to the root

beneath my roof.

But Far from moon

And very soon"

Together you

and moon.
And tomorrow's

colossal day of kass.

And sun and Its brees

will seasonsse my luxuries

From window you'll vapor

From wipers you'll vanish

for i gave love a hell of a wait.

soon the unscrupulous silence

will start making sense

and grass will bloom cold

The trees will rest

the season's test

orange spring

Door hugging

But no doorbell ring.

Blending with standing tree.

under the shade

that they "

Themselves gave.

day by day

the wait

the Faith...

Dogging well glass fogging

Coffee frozen

the stand i chosen

It was stealing

my breathing

at the foggy glass

rubbing bone exciting chills

That Are biggining to feel

More and more like Last year

The year i smiled 

the year I didn't know you.

with the hopes

to one day make clear

but min after min

the fog came back.

the numerous letters

countless words

and speechless thoughts

that I wrote down

to this one love

From a loving clown.

That waited days and weeks,

And seen winter

became Winters.

and the cold became

The warm of your absence.