It's cold, it's winter.
Nothing can be done.
And I must just accept.
What about the seed?
Who will sprinkle it?
We both dared to do it
But now, what happened,
it's a so lonely duty.
Is it an illusion?
May 31, 2007
Lonelyness
by
Rafael
at
12:07
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