Coldness will come, sooner or later
To justify the constant shiver of the soul
Maybe there going to be little rain
Maybe few pure drops will touch an abandoned soil
Maybe they can reassure it with vitality.. with life..
Maybe they will bring some inspiring feelings back..
I long to see thunder
I long to see creatures run and hide in something called home
I long to be home…
I fantasize embracing the roots-shaped lightening
Though it reveals itself and melts in a blink
I learn lessons for survival
I learn how to live with hope
The hope of someone who had lived to see the sky illuminated in the darkest night..
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I like the atmosphere of this poem… or note… whatever! Winter can be nice and refreshing, but can be also the time of stagnation and getting frosen. I believe that thank to winter we can appreciate sprink, thank to summer we can miss winter… I wish u hopeful sprink in your heart, warm summer in your soul, gold and smelly outumn in your life and refreshing, hard but beautiful winter in your mind.