Seems as if this winter is eternal,
Along with these nostalgic memories of a year,
And this cold breeze chills me out,
Like my own grave is waiting me further.
What my aim was and what I had achieved,
Past those years long effort and hardships,
Only a six feet land that I own,
And some love and smile on the lips.
Life is just a fathomless term,
Like these bushes, oaks and snow.
How it is and what it is,
Nobody knows until death is low.
So just go on walk out the way,
Along the hopes, faiths and beliefs,
This is how this winter will fade away,
Tuning out the sunshine back with new leaves.
Musings of pwnbhtt 