Helena von Habsburg / Miskovic /

You say...






You say...


You say …
that you adore the fall...
yet you never...
rake the splendid fallen leaves...



You say …
that you admire the summer...
so why are you afraid
when the sun waves at you
from behind Rick Branson's
virgin orbit-bound rocket ?


You say...
you like the spring...
but you are feeling "blue" and perplexed
from the weakest link and fling !


You say...
that you like the winter...
so how come ,,,?
you fear and run away
from the cold … sarcastic wind !?



So when You say that you
"Love me "...
why are you so surprised
that I don't believe You !!!

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