The wind is blowing..
It’s whistling & howling
I can hear the crinkle of colorful leaves as I walk
I can hear your voice in the wind
I can almost smell your sweet perfume lingering somewhere in the air
Yet I can’t find you
It’s getting cold…
And I miss you
All I can think about is your sweet caresses
All I want is to kiss you again
It’s getting colder…
I need you here
Sweet Angel
Come back to me before winter comes…
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