We walk now into the cold season
The darker time of the mind
When we fight against all reason
And we wonder if we will ever find
The magic door to the spring time
And a frozen icicle over our cheek
Is all that is left from the kiss
That the summer stamped on the heart!
To bring us down into our knees
Begging for roses and for love
Just to seeing it all die in the first snow
The mind is quiet now ridding the storm...
©Gloria
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