Sincere silence. No sign of as much as a whisper in the cool air. Snowflakes keep on falling and gently turn into melting crystals as soon as they touch my hair. I find them to be very rare.
There are angelic figures along the path, which most likely have been made by children who have been playing out in the snow. Visible traces of smiling faces, happy places and a beautiful glow.
Sincere silence. Nature is asleep while I hear my heart beat. Alone and not another soul on the street. If only it would be your face I soon would meet. The cold has gotten a hold of my feet.
There are no signs of spring to be found. Even though I looked for it beneath the snow and on the hard ground. Time will show and soon we will hear a small bird's beautiful sound.
Sincere silence. Please bring us peace and obliterate all the world's violence.
There are angelic figures along the path, which most likely have been made by children who have been playing out in the snow. Visible traces of smiling faces, happy places and a beautiful glow.
Sincere silence. Nature is asleep while I hear my heart beat. Alone and not another soul on the street. If only it would be your face I soon would meet. The cold has gotten a hold of my feet.
There are no signs of spring to be found. Even though I looked for it beneath the snow and on the hard ground. Time will show and soon we will hear a small bird's beautiful sound.
Sincere silence. Please bring us peace and obliterate all the world's violence.
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