The January moment is very slow/ Lulling a season of yellow flowers/ Where I look up.
On your hand
Green young shoots return
Spring smells of lipstick
The Winds of Serenity
Blow through January
Golden silk fragrance
Moment…
There are those who anchor themselves to the past with a very green shadow…
I saw you come back, the sunny window tilted
January Moments Are Very Slow
Lullaby of a season of yellow flowers
Where I look up.
Find your eyes
clear sky
Sunny like a girl's lips
Spring red lipstick
The scent lingers on the hand
The old notes hesitate!