Winds are chilled Valleys lost in mist
Wrapped in shawls of snow the mountains
Roads weep in your memory
remembering you
All the cards and the perfumes
Tiny little diary
The tea on the terrace
Missing you
Call you back
Heart pleads not to be hurt
December is back
So just come back
the cold temerature was increasing, she was waiting for salman, embracing herself without a shawl
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