Luluc
Winter Is Passing
All the trees without their leavestap each other in the cool breezeIt's an ominious soundwhen bones clack twigs fall to the groundLilac blue mountainscast against the skyThe sun is leaving beyond the riseWind is biting on my skinPale fields of grasswaiting for the sunAnd the springwhat it can bringWinter is passingI wonder what's to come?And when I return againhow will you be?
From Letras Mania