Sometimes he believes in the snow.
One road with steps, with hopes,
Rising, to the end of cold,
with humans who don`t say no.
Searching a way to live… life
In every stoned God, in every good lie,
He discovers himself pregnant,
As a wife without any answers to find.
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multa inspiratie in continuare daca esti autorul lor!
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