Winter soul

on

Whispered lies plunging in the deeps of our winter

Burning into the snow, frozen hell

Under the grey sky’s cover, everything is well

Is this the traitor memory of the writer?

The storm will never cease

We have no peace

No time to have a release

All we have is ”winter soul” disease

Screamed loves, they tend to fade

Like snowflakes and shades

We can’t drown under frozen lakes

But we can last to wonder why does every heart breaks…

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