Hell yeah, it was in Helsinki when I saw your face
And the luminous light was touching mine
It felt like the air is electric and the snow will fall
like roses in American Beauty.
But bloody hell, it was in Helsinki, in that damned town
That town full of simple lines and pictures
And paths wet because unlucky people
Were loudly crying at it and screaming quietly
But yeah, oh well, it was in Helsinki
And seeing you
And remembering all the things
Made me snow
Like roses in American Beauty
Again
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Tiny poems for tiny days
PoetrySometimes, you'll get this feeling that you need something refreshing for the soul. No motivational quotes. No socializing. Nothing like that. You only need a mug of tea and some tiny poems for tiny days like that.
