INCIDENTAL WINTER

Want? Read between the lines.
Want to read lips.
I, or live, or nuts
Such is not in my dreams.

Erase the image of their hands
Or wash it rains.
Somehow I felt heart knocking,
But not long, then strength.

I threw you out of life
He left only photos
And the one star from the ashes,
What gave you then.

Now winter in the soul.
Outside, too, probably.
Long time no smell of pears.
All just thoughts, rest do not.