WHITE WINTER

White winter

I watch the heavy snow down the valley

And I think of my undone life,

Hoping to find a way

To fullfill it in love someday.

The winter of my craving,

The last one I can feel,

Clings and hangs from stars

That I myself cling to – bars.

The sunset bathes my cold heart,

The snow melts in my thoughts.

Should I think that this second fades?

Shoult I gather my feelins with faith?

I turned grey-haired while thinking,

I whither and my roots break,

I’m waiting for an angel from Heaven,

I can see him – what a fake!

                                                                                                            Autor : Lepşa Mihail
                                                                                                           Fotografie : Gianina Bejan