The winter never dies

[sumalan monica]

The winter never dies

Iheard the footsteps of the winter
She sighs and cries and laughs
Then talks to me .
I gives her fantasies ,like to an angel.

[sumalan monica]

Winter

The truth is that I like and dislike winter.Two feelings that share the same heart,the same eyes,the same symmetry.She can be too cold,or just sitting in front of an armchair,smiling.White and grey, grey and white ,too honest or simply a dream.