There were days of cold and loneliness.
Too dark to see, too weak to fight...
Too heavily upset... too f...ing high.
The time's gone by and ends in freezing mess,
Lighted up inside of bluish light.

... As in the case, seems only in the spring...
A little sprout grow through the snow:
And ice will melt in heart in weather thaws...
I had a dream last night: a postman brings
a mail from you with flower of your love.

The snowdrop at last...
I live again!

17.05.2013