This meadow welcomes your return Margherita !

I feel you're here,back at this meadow
I know your steps,like november rain
As mister moon outside my window
Is taking a bath in the parfume of pain

I feel your breath,your parfume too
Your eylashes are all over the green
You were my tear and my joy were you
A wrinkle, that time left on my skin

Don't ask the keys for an open door
Just push it with a petal or a smile
I never in my life asked something more
Than above your petals to sleep a while

( Pranohen korigjimet )