morning greetings, coffee, hugs, and the finer thing to do is to do nothing but to have patience and understanding; after all, any chosen path is a good one when can't be found a proper way... so, let be midday of kisses but take no risk; love is hard enough without the winter; winter is you... and me... – a snowflake, inquisitive and playful, gasping ardently like a whisper is [summer in your arms]

a reply that you can give to someone is one that's been expected, but for which nobody asked you no questions, — it's similar, like a pause of 13 minutes at a black coffee with an intense boom spread on you, as after that, to realize that the period of time of a certain one dreaming of you, it'll look like a ghost who screens you an unwanted notice, — (error 404)