That words

Dear,
The cold days comes. And I think about you.
I know that between haven and this land it is me with hart which is beating just with your name in it. You are warmness for it in these cold days.  

Birthday which is coming

Dear,
My birthday is coming. So in that name I decide you to congratulate for that thing that you know me, for that you met me, for that you have someone to think about. You have person who love you and who care for you.
In that case I want to give you a present. That flower from chocolate.

Voley

Dear,

I hear volleys.
I have thought on you. This worm night with freshness I try to find some single lighting to go there where it shows. But my heavy thoughts wants dream.
 I have thought that I had this lite with you. If I stood with you it would be, and that heavy, much more easy. But I am there. With my legs in pain and eyes tired from the wish of dream.

My worst enemy is scare. And braveness comes to much late. I have sighed on the worm fresh night and braided your look in the dark green shadow of the plum tree.

Days of summer

Dear,
Sun dandles green plants. The white shirts of the hardworking ladies undulate on the wind. I remember one Japanese saying 'For the smart men and buzzing of the mosquito is the music.' I here the first zip of the bombus terrestris. The old cat dreams. The first days of summer is here.
But I feel drowsy then with huge breath smileys.



                                                                                                                                                                                                   











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Love is like music

I feel it energy, and my lips itch, I feel it trough my eyes. It is like spate. I feel how enter in my heart. I could loughe and I could cry. It Is like baby' s first bath. You thing you could drown but you tranquil because nice smells around you. Music it is message and its energy like it is love' s energy evene we can hear or see, but we can feel it.

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The sed day

Dear,

The sun shine and day sings but I feel lonely. It like' s that in my heart entered yellow autumn with little bit sun. Around my home came three little cats. They are grey. I gave them to eat. They looked at me with fear in their deep gazes. Before that they all were together. But the little one who got  smallest piece sits now in other place.
 Why?
 It goes around and around then stops. It behaves like it needs more care, and it thinks about it whole time, like me, sits in one corner and waits while its brothers are lying below the rose which just has start to grow.

Dear,
My energy, today, is killed. And need some time.