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"wintersorrow" poems
As the winter approaches We will be sleeping in frozen silence Almost dead faces without feelings Drown deep into our sadness Faded dark melancholy At night when the snow will be dancing While the rain will be falling Into the cold darkness Wintersorrow in my mind In the memories of a child Watching outside the window Inspiration of a dreamer The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale “I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…” And as my body is trembling I feel the cold inside me Under a sweet melancholy The strains of winter surround me Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
stephen
Wintersorrow
As the winter approaches We will be sleeping in frozen silence Almost dead faces without feelings Drown deep into our sadness Faded dark melancholy At night when the snow will be dancing While the rain will be falling Into the cold darkness Wintersorrow in my mind In the memories of a child Watching outside the window Inspiration of a dreamer The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale “I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…” And as my body is trembling I feel the cold inside me Under a sweet melancholy The strains of winter surround me Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...
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