16th

Walking in the snowy weather,

snowflakes melting on my sweater,

realising it´s the season,

when the love around is a reason,

to feel happy and delighted,

no matter how broken-hearted.

White ground underneath my feet,

my pace sticking to heartbeat,

making myself think of life,

which sometimes cuts like a knife.

All the scarves and all the pain,

come to be healed again,

with a piece of understanding

from the people you were lending,

lending tiny bits of your soul

finally they´ll fill up the hole.

Hole in the life which was made,

due to the stars or due to the fate?

No one ever knows the answer,

but there´s still a chance to transfer,

all the negative thoughts in your mind,

into state of being kind,

especially to yourself

letting all the doom on a shelf.

It has to be covered with dust,

then you´ll give yourself a trust.