And while I brought you home
you held on tightly.
We breathed and laughed
four lungs
full of being in awe.
The powdered streets
and your mittens
were a testimony
of our recklessness -
January can be part of our spring, too!
Riding through a sleeping city,
the steam clouds
of our breath
trailing behind us...
that was when we took a first sip
of that dizzying happiness.
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Dieser Monat ist lang. I was afraid of writing songs and losing them with you.
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