Spring is coming
(Poem)
Your presence still brings out color to my skin
Golden locks flutter in the wind
Those green eyes can cause any faded flower to rise
The memory of your touch reveals my civilian disguise
Dancing with the devil has caused my soul suffering
But baby, I am recovering
Sometimes I hear a buried bird sing
Just when I listen to my breathing
It’s love within
Where have you been?
In everything
I feel the spring
Come
/Jesper Munk Jakobsen
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2 Kommentarer
Jan · april 1, 2022 kl. 9:08 pm
Smukt om det menneskelige forår og det forårsagtige menneske 🙂
Jan · april 1, 2022 kl. 9:09 pm
Meget smukt om deet forårsagtige menneske og det menneskelige forår…