Winter has gone,
But the snow refused to melt,
It lies around my heart,
And valve of my vent.
Who could have thought,
'bout a snow without winter,
And lack of love and bower,
But it shouldn't stop snow for flour.
The snow melts, when it gets warmth,
Of the passion, only few could have caught,
The sunny day, rare as once in a clock,
And night of snow melting along.
Now the sun have risen,
Which make me toast of snow horizon.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
Winter has gone,
But the snow refused to melt,
It lies around my heart,
And valve of my vent.
Who could have thought,
'bout a snow without winter,
And lack of love and bower,
But it shouldn't stop snow for flour.
The snow melts, when it gets warmth,
Of the passion, only few could have caught,
The sunny day, rare as once in a clock,
And night of snow melting along.
Now the sun have risen,
Which make me toast of snow horizon.