Mysteries. Mysteries. Pending.
Somewhere in the mist.
I shiver. I wonder. It aches.
Winter. Winter is coming.
Frost. Frost around my legs.
The piano plays for itself at least.
Legendary moments of sadness.
Adieu my lady. Rest in Autumn.
And I see the castle of sand.
Destroyed by Summer’s tantrum.
Leaves. Leaves. Everywhere where I stand.
And love. Love. Waiting for me to jump.
To jump and reach you where your soul has sunken.
By the magic of a word forbidden.
Come. Come. I am here.
This time you have to say it.
Say it, dear.
Tassanie All nov, 1st, 2014. Tous droits réservés.