There still are wavesAnd perhaps there still will beBut they are not the ones that once wereFor they are different :The kiss between the breeze and the sea.
There still are flowers of cosmosAnd the perfumed air still lingersBut the one that bloomed first, that day of allWould never ever be, even if time would stall.
"What once was and will never be?"
They agreed to answer that together
The letters* still are, and so are the words in itOnce they were mine, but not anymore, even a single bitFor they are now yours, my words and my thoughtsThough still mine, it has You, in days of warm windsAnd even of frost.The night wind still whistles in the coldBut that bleak mood, there's none of it to beholdMy every breath that once was mine, is now yoursThough still mine, it has You, in days of warm windsAnd even of frost.
