Missing

High above winter,
where all smells of cedar,
above all their rooftops,
inside someone’s heart,

Down below autumn,
where all feels like ice,
inside they shiver,
and so do I

Missing

High above winter,
where all smells of cedar,
above all their rooftops,
inside someone’s heart,

Down below autumn,
where all feels like ice,
inside they shiver,
and so do I

Missing

High above winter,
where all smells of cedar,
above all their rooftops,
inside someone’s heart,

Down below autumn,
where all feels like ice,
inside they shiver,
and so do I