Out there is,
the white envelope,
the mercury falls
pricking cold
as cold as the heart
of the beast
I made a ride
on the thoughts,
my refuge was
the blanket,
a man lost,
in the world.
A world too fast
was rendered
passive
it's the winter
with the sun
playing
hide and seek.
A love so cold
vanishing
A relationship
so feeble,
diminishing,
Seasons effect?
The million$ probe
It is the winter
in the heart..
