srijeda, 19.11.2008.

winter

Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody.
Maybe the otherones tried to excape as well.
For certain they didn't make it....
For certain they died.....

Last rain that supposed to shine the closing winter has past away.
No one to call, no one to love.

All the birds that wanted to became a part of the mass which stays during the winter rages,
have lost their track.
No one to see, no one to feel.

Than u ask ,why doesn't he run, or hide, or sing, or at least cry....
He tells u with his eyes that he tries...
Tries to become intolerant to such pain, or lose, or grime, or solitary...
U understand don't u?
U understand that he's just a lone soul whose feelings were missplaced with his bending breath.
Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody...
Maybe he did not know of affection, love or life....
Maybe he will vanish without his winter.
But just maybe zest will be his anquor, his safe, his liquor that's pure, his winter.....
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