So, when i finaly find you on yor street under wind, i hardly belive that's true and you comes down to me. we walked in the city, hearing different things, looking on trees & people, who looked on our jeance and on your hear, into you your eyes. i did the same 'couse i couldn't do something else. little flames, which flared up in your hasel eyes and your lovely bride smile closed all my words in a head. i got scared to say more than i said, to kiss you in chick earlier then in the end, 'couse i feel you a treasure, something sweet & glad light & clean, another then me i mean.
And now in the kitchen after two cups of tea seizing the fragrance of black hair & wind i got scared again to lose your smile. i feel myself strange, my minds are flying.