White World
Barely perceptible to the ear the snow falls
Ceilings lose their colors
The trees forget their greenery
The way home is not recognized
The straights are smooth like cotton
The stream almost whispers
Its waters slow down
No flower can be seen in the gardens
The breeze is soft and the silence is great
The world turned white
Smoke comes out of a chimney
You wait for me by the fire
The cold outside doesn't matter anymore
Your warmth will be at home
You will be waiting for me
There will be your caresses
Will be your love
Tuesday, December 29, 2020 ~ 3:20 hs
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