don t say a word

don’t say a word to sense your flows and edges
to learn your tricks and weather
I followed gypsy’s way
so sharp as sword my honed by craving feelings
what makes me strong – it’s killing
another perfect day

don't really care that winter’s coming
true love will never die it heals
it is inside me softly humming
I know for sure the touch is real

to read your lips – and frost is melting
to catch your gasp – and I can bloom
I close my eyes and count to twenty
a spring in heart then starts to croon

flakes turn the world a living hell – to hospice
they keep the souls who lost peace
in mesmerizing state
this cold is old as nakedness in orchard
a word is our love child
and words can badly wait

don't really care that winter’s coming
true love will never die it heals
it is inside me softly humming
I know for sure the touch is real

to read your lips – and frost is melting
to catch your gasp – and I can bloom
I close my eyes and count to twenty
a spring in heart then starts to croon

January 31, 2017