Snowy December Day

(o poezie scrisa asta vara. De ce am postat-o abia acum... nuuuu cooonteeeaaza:-j;))

 

It’s everything white

Wished everything is right –

Like little snowballs

Dreams also fall;

 

So many, so cold, so dead,

Hope for’em to end –

So scary, so blank,

With no sentiment!

 

What’s so wrong today?

So many of’em came my way,

Whispering in the dark “we’re here,

Please be up here, near!”

 

It’s like a story playing over and over again

When the snowy December day came….

 

 

Blank, Cold and Dead,

People tell me I’m mad!

Dead, Cold and Blank,

No resentment!