Winters wind. It shrieks.

With icy voice it speaks.

It freezes and it paralyzes.

Stone cold is what it specializes.

The invisible to eye current stays present in the spring;

 It wrestles and wins ardent, freezing everything.

Disturbing flight of birds too swift, the movement of fine hair

Then ‘everything’ soon becomes so retched and unfair.

I wondered once: what happened?

What happened with the sun?

I’d waited for so long. For it to finally come.

But instead found mist and haze;

Awaiting many, many days.

Wrapped in darkened fog. To barely see?

You don’t even know what you have done to me.

It’s not your fault. I don’t think anyways.

For how are you to know

The long many days…

Concluding this, I’ve chosen to forget

Yet failed miserably in the slow attempt

Because when noticed, face to face

I fall in the imaginary, hope and embrace.

Inescapable, seems to be.

It’s time to finaly, be set free.