17

Cold breeze in my hair,

A renovation of a new year;

Of life.

17..
.

New experiences,
new chances.

A year, just like a new pair of shoes;

They shine and glisten.

17..
.

And I,

I let my last precious years watching me in the save distance,

For difficult times when I need those peaceful memories as comfort.

17..
.

And I,

I buy warm coats,

for the arrive of the cold months,

At September until February;

Autumn until Winter.

…17…

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