Sunday

no time to choose. 


would you love me in the winter?
i hope you'd make love to me till i die.
the day we don't see each other again,
is the same day the ocean takes over the sea.
sitting in the top of a tree, I can feel the
breeze, so sweet. the sea speaks to me
as i wait for the sunrise i see a shadow.
the man in the dark is what they called him.

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