It was cold. The fog was coming down. I couldn’t see you anymore. Then a bird began to sing. Unexpectedly. At 5.55 am? The most beautiful melody I ever heard. She sang so beautifully to me That reality disappeared Into a wet February night. I was surprised Aren’t birds to sleep at night? Church bells […]
The fog was coming down
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