and draws dancing figures
on the snow..
When the moon light shimmers
and pine needles glitters, glows
like pixies on a cold winter night..
dancing to the tunes of lullabies
of a lover...
and when the cold wind flows and reminiscence of the past
unwinds front of your eyes
i call your name..
murmur..softly
but no one was there..
The wind passes by, but the coldness remains..
within..
and when the snow falls
i tell to myself..
does n`t matter it hurts
cuz when winter dissolves
spring is sure to blossom...
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