I stay on the edge of your kisses,
Lying, between yesterday and tomorrow ... 
Longing to be your illusion of spring
In a gray autumn without your eyes.
hear your steps, so slow in the distance
my skin feels,
My heart beats strong
And my sighs escape.
run to the door, waiting for you
But you do not get, is just the wind ...
With your perfume, exquisite aroma ... I aspire,
To hold you in my thoughts.
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