January

The world has sometimes something

beautiful, love the sun

shining deer turning circle.

January and the days are getting longer,

spring towards the sun

shining moment, glowed for a while.

Capturing the feeling of love,

tightness in the head hoop.

I am writing a story,

an ode to ram capriciously.

It's not always money that

the world does best runs.

January woman gets to see,

concentrated in the future?

Each of the side of a friend in need.

Solid intoxicating sense of the bone,

thoughts spinning in the stars, moon.

The remaining only in dreams,

they commemorate last year

I had with me. I miss you,

Humor caused it.

Never play with the feelings of man,

you can generate too much longing.

facing tomorrow, the winds of the world

I turn my back to cold.

Last rhymes I write this story.