Notes from my secret notebook. ❤
Interested in: literature, nature, music, art
Favorite author: Edgar Allan Poe

The cigarette's smoke in the dawn,
Turned into the autumn's mist,
That's how you will forget me,
Not until the winter wind comes.
In a raven's voice, it tells me to write,
From the depth of my soul - forgive me -
It's foolish, wistful and dark,
As the poets from the sad strands are made,
Melancholically woven, with a heated desire,
To light up your smile and heart,
Bring you warmth, until the spring comes
With a gone memory of me,
The raven-black words will stay.