2 December 2012
It is winter and cold.
Snow is falling from above.
My Heart is pumping, But the Blood is cold , oh so cold.
The sky is clear and darkblue.
Stars sparkling like Diamonds up there.
But My eyes dont sparkle.
My breath is hanging in the air, like ghosts.
Cold and freezing in body and soul , spirit Down.
Will My spirit rise in spring?
Will I be Warm and living when roses are here?
Will My Heart pound With happiness when the Grass is lush and Green?
Cold • Opuss № I