White flies are spinning
And falling down;
I write in my notebook,
"The cold has come".
You're standing beside me,
And I keep on writing.
You read what I've written
And look for the answer.
"You've written 'white flies'
So, what does it mean?"
You kinda go crazy
Because I keep silence.
I'm closing my notebook;
White flies are still spinning.
You finally get it;
You're smiling to me.
White flies disappear
As if someone touched them.
The winter is gone,
But our love stays.
July 25 2014
White flies
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