to Y.
It was deadline. Walking during the storm
I hoped to be a lightning's plunder.
Or tried to stay at empty home
Just waiting for a wonder.
A wailful walker. Nobody could hear
That it was wafting wind with howl.
When you came, you crushed this fear.
Only you can heal my soul.
23.08.2014
it was deadline...
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