Holding a blanket In the mountains Waiting for you to come in Isn't it cold outside ? But sun is bright As it could be , Green and blue are montages On which we both disagree Laughing and shimmering Just the mountain things *bumped my head over the bus window* Gently reminds me of the mess Saying they were just the reminisces Counting ten is not helping It's high time to overcome yearning Situation is getting older and older And the illusion is getting much bolder That's why, I can still feel your last breath. Now we have strange relationship with mountain
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