In the deep sea, there never is sunshine, they say.
Somehow, we lost track of each other.
A few years ago, we condensed a whole life-time in a single rain drop.
You smiled so easy when you were walking through grass with bare feet.
I still smell the scent of your evening skin in summer.
Tomorrow, I will probably call you, at last.
Sonntag, 2. Mai 2010
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