We were sitting beneath the pines,
highlighted by bonfire's arms,
were both tired of crossing lines.
Let's hide here until it burns.
We were traveling into unknown,
amused with the winter embrace.
For you I'll put down my crown
and let you win in a duel race.
We were chasing the sun and the wind.
We were trying to flee to above.
You were sipping sweet tea with a mint.
I was dying to give you my love.
09.02.21
М. Стаськів
