too much snow at this days
lot of doors, i don't have keys
too much roads, but snow hides them
snowflakes like little gem
who find road at blizzard?
who will recognize hazard?
cold wind kiss calls me to street
to leave there my footprint
wind is cold, but i'm more cold
blood on lips have taste of salt
too much doors and too much ways
and the cold wind have all keys
ver.2 for all, who love right English (thanks to my editor)
In these days of snowfall's grace,
Doors aplenty, yet without a trace,
Roads concealed, veiled by snow,
Gems of frost in flurries aglow.
Who braves the blizzard's icy hold?
Who dares decipher paths untold?
The frigid wind beckons me to roam,
Leaving prints, a wanderer's poem.
The wind's embrace, an icy shiver,
Lips tasting salt, blood's quiver.
Doors abound, routes astray,
Cold winds, the master of the way.