With a sugarcoat whisper, wings of heaven touch...
Sounds of singing angels that is what the winter...
Shades of rosy pink
Flutter the delicate wings...
Days are warm , nights are cold
I'm here all alone, no place to be...
Evanescent sparks
light up, flare bright, fade away...
Assasins of the sea, elegant, powerful, azure...
swiftly guiding, floating in the sea that they...
The sun floats still
On a late September...
The cold and snow are gone for a year,
The gentle warmth is finally here...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
In the whisper of rain, a melody's born,
A symphony soft on the wings of the morn...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...
How green the shoots that all conspire
To bring the winter down...
The sunset drips in hues of blood orange,
Melting into whispers of the softest blues...