Sunshower of Love What a long journey is them short winter days, it’s nights with black coffee in empty cafes. When the cold wind blows my hat down the street, and winter slush covers my feet. When every step Is the last one of the past, when everyone around is walking too fast. Like warm summer rain from a clear sky above, it comes over me, the s…
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