21 December 2012
Will it end
Before it began
Will it stop
The gentle chilling
Wind
On my lips
Snowflakes falling from heaven
Like fallen angels
That melt on
My lips
So much denial
Reflects inner fears
Defensiveness
Instead of tears
She said
Stop
And look at the snow
It falls like my sins
And piles on the ground
Pure white
Sins in daylight
Never melting till the spring
But what if spring never comes?
She said
Fallen Angels • Opuss № I