Today was a good day, although a bit strange. I compared notes with a friend of mine, B, about life in this country. I told him that he missed out on some good times back in the past. He shrugged and said that he only regrets never learning swear words. I said that if my parents weren't such pricks about cussing, I would have taught him so new ones. He only laughed and pointed out that his accent is too terrible and that he shouldn't attempt. I agreed, hiding my own hideous accent. Life changes everything, even my tone of voice.
My cold eyed winter comes again
with gusts of unforgiving wind
with bill board smiles from afar.
It comes for warmth of life to claim,
The splinter's bitterness in words.
Oh how it chills the darkest nights
and like a phantom corners stalks
my cold eyed seamstress of white snow.
Ice towers, blocking path to light,
it fools with rainbows that we're happy
that I am full in its dark clutch
that I know nothing but its touch.
No more! No more I say! Don't dabble!
This winter will not chill my flame
No running, but embrace the fiend
and burn it with my love and hatred.
No more of gloom. No more of quiet.
Farewell the queen of broke hearts.
Hello my darling youthful spring.
with gusts of unforgiving wind
with bill board smiles from afar.
It comes for warmth of life to claim,
The splinter's bitterness in words.
Oh how it chills the darkest nights
and like a phantom corners stalks
my cold eyed seamstress of white snow.
Ice towers, blocking path to light,
it fools with rainbows that we're happy
that I am full in its dark clutch
that I know nothing but its touch.
No more! No more I say! Don't dabble!
This winter will not chill my flame
No running, but embrace the fiend
and burn it with my love and hatred.
No more of gloom. No more of quiet.
Farewell the queen of broke hearts.
Hello my darling youthful spring.
by me after spending an hour on the snow and ice