I will wake up in the august dawn
and will run in fron of the sun
look how slowly rises on the blue sky
will wave him fondly
and then gather dandelions
and send them to you with the wind
whispering gleefully good morning
painting leaves the colors of longing
I'll wait for the coming of autumn.

Today on my way to my dentist I thought I saw Luke. It was crazy, I perfectly know that it's impossible cause he's now in another city. But I thought it was him ( Read more... )