I Have a Image

Drunken Thoughts

I Have a Image 


I see once again,

you've scrubbed up well !

With your rosy cheeks, 

and alabaster skin.

Soft..... as freshly fallen snow.

All the while you're smelling,

like the frozen tundraś flowers.

Their long lost scent,

swept along, by icy blasts......

from a forgotten wind.

Frozen in time,

Like your picture......


Frozen in my mind.

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