venerdì 17 gennaio 2020

Season

I don't need snow falling
to hear the silence
that life suspends
I can see everything changes
in round soft white
and everything calms down
While the fluffy clouds
come down on us
life rises strongly
in your smile
Still warm your icy hands
as it once was and in light vaulting
within the folds of time
those white tears are entangled
in the silky strands of your hair