An early snowstorm
When autumn turn´s to winter

Something was found
In the twilightnight

A heart still beating
In a young girl´s hand

Her love is growing again
She can feel all the love around her

She can hear the birds sing
- In her mind.

Exist, or maybe it´s just
A lovely piece of imagination

The snowflakes dancing
In the early snowstormwind.

--Illusion--







©Zatine