And I wait In the fallen leaves of spring thaw For you, like spring snow to melt and be long forgotten If there’s a season to wash my soul clean of you It is summer, that you have yet to touch And summer it shall be, And summer it shall be
A walk through darkness: poetry & short stories
And I wait In the fallen leaves of spring thaw For you, like spring snow to melt and be long forgotten If there’s a season to wash my soul clean of you It is summer, that you have yet to touch And summer it shall be, And summer it shall be