maelynslavik

The fleeting feeling,

From the green leaves to yellow, within a matter of days.

The fleeting feeling, 

If I were dreaming,

would the cold and snow still bite my face

in the winter

when I went skiing?

If I were dreaming,

would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)

Today I am just a man, 
In love with a girl. 

She has eyes that glimmer, 
Like emerald water. 

And she smells sweet, 
Like lemons and fruit. 

She loves eating pomegranate seeds,