flapping of the birds wings quieted
your heartbeat in me
I miss you Annie
Wind moving the soft branches of the birches
and I kiss you
people rest on the armchairs
music around
I listen to your voice
everyone has her own planet of thoughts
with circulating moons around it
mysteries of origin and paths they walk
And I kiss you listening to your heart
your heartbeat in me
I miss you Annie
Wind moving the soft branches of the birches
and I kiss you
people rest on the armchairs
music around
I listen to your voice
everyone has her own planet of thoughts
with circulating moons around it
mysteries of origin and paths they walk
And I kiss you listening to your heart