We both become one as our skins touch the ground
up above, a loud, striking sound
The strong wind its felt by the two
the rain drops in your cheeks
mean that you feel it too
Winter says hi as Summer goes by
under the storm, we look at our eyes
In the place where our dreams grew
I look at the memories the past drew
The vapor arises up to my mouth
“I think the cold breezes come from the south”
lying down, you murmur
before going to sleep
“I want you to hold me
like your cup of tea”
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