Winter

The coldness in your eyes
How could it be joy?
How could ...

Through the heavy snowfall
His pale body, covered...

It seems that there will never be sun
Outside the flowers will die for a moment
But what about your life, where did it go?

There I see nothing else
Only the sad mark of an angel in the snow
A dead angel
But not by the cold

But for the loneliness that you took away.
One last winter day I open the door
But all I see is a rose frozen.