Sole Love
Sole Love
Feeling the moist air,
Standing between the cold breeze,
I can feel you from behind,
As the door is knocking,
With the soul solemn heart,
I cannot drive you back,
My thoughts are soothing in my hands,
But is not waving for long,
The weather is turning cool but its
also, suppressed, why not?
Maybe finding the perfect climate to heal me, within me,
May not I, see you as the weather is thriving to feel own self within.