"Сочи", - is all I think of

at my fireplace

Once outside I sigh 

a taken breath... 

of Crestone

Fire is hot and

the children are laughing

So why is it cold

in my soul 

Own thoughts

keeping me down

while life goes on

There's nothing 

more magical

than a woman's heart

There are places

I'd visit again 

But with you -

anywhere

I've started to letten go

of all the people

I've ever known 

You be free, live free

I need to do some other

things, for me