Oct 2014
Summer turns to winter,
And cold conquers all.
In solitude I stand,
Then shiver, then fall.
But suddenly, a breeze,
A spring thaw come soon.
Dancing, sometimes touching,
She swirls and sings a tune.
Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards,
To which crimson hearts betray.
She is my god of the gaps,
And as wind, she blows away.
And cold conquers all.
In solitude I stand,
Then shiver, then fall.
But suddenly, a breeze,
A spring thaw come soon.
Dancing, sometimes touching,
She swirls and sings a tune.
Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards,
To which crimson hearts betray.
She is my god of the gaps,
And as wind, she blows away.
I haven't written anything in a while, and I've been toying with something along those lines for a while now, so I just sat down and did it.
