My inner self

By katharon

Freezing rose

Through the blowing wind,
I´ll come to you.
Through the hot desert,
I´ll come to you.
Take this pouring rain,
take my breath and
wake up,
you sleeping beauty...

Today, back to the old "days":) The roses, trees and snow.. My kind of style :)
Thanks for your yesterdays comment,
hugs to U all,
Cat

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