oh, it’s fine.

How about a winter tryst -

We'll wrap up warm in each other

and compose letters to your mother;

oh, we'll try hard to resist.

Sublime the cold of our hearts

To the smoke of the day.

Let it roll by, come as it may -

Our love poisoned darts.

Soon it'll be spring and we'll part;

We'll let our hairs malt,

Take our breaths with ease.

The birds won't have a love-song,

Not for us, not for long;

In a rush we'll taste summer's breeze.

would you like some delicacy? a little sprinkle of snow upon your nose? wouldn't we all. If only I could look outside and see white.

I gave H* Ane Brun and she didn't listen - her loss, your gain. Ane Brun is sweetness incarnate.

Ane Brun - Treehouse Song (y.s.i.)

Give this track multiple listens and you'll sink into love:

Laura Veirs - I Can See Your Tracks (y.s.i.)

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