Suddenly, the silence prevails
and approaches me with a verdant orb
in it's hands
The cold wind is passing by
gesturing my reverie
Sometimes harshly
like frozen needles piercing
your naked body
Sometimes softly
like sun beams clasping
your naked soul
Around me blooms
of every hue and for every mood
Each one narrates it's own tale
My shadow revolves around
a cold emerald
I am that colour now
It escorts me to the carriage
of the winter I was longing for
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Suddenly, the silence prevails
and approaches me with a verdant orb
in it's hands
The cold wind is passing by
gesturing my reverie
Sometimes harshly
like frozen needles piercing
your naked body
Sometimes softly
like sun beams clasping
your naked soul
Around me blooms
of every hue and for every mood
Each one narrates it's own tale
My shadow revolves around
a cold emerald
I am that colour now
It escorts me to the carriage
of the winter I was longing for
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