This snow is new
no memories of before,
but it brings me back to you
the day you left.
And then it rains
and then did not stop for days
and the snowflakes of sadness
were converted into water
How many times did I count to 100 and star in the white
to see you for a moment even,
to call after you 'stop'.
Even today, it rains in me
and it is sad and not quite.
In the window of my cold, you painted the smile.
Our love was not snow
as he melts
I will find a path again
to your heart, maybe.
Our love is not snow -
it can not melt,
she will come back to me again
and this time it will be forever.
She will come back to me again
this time, forever ...
This is so lovely. But try adding more pictures next time. Keep it up
Nice Post! Keep it up. I would appreciate if you do more of this with some graphics.