Winter Art - Mental Home

The long road under my feet

Is like a stream in a cold air

When a day dies beyond the cold horizon

And each snow-flake falls on its shadow

As I touch the water glance

Ice melts under my fingers

Thousands of stars travel once

From sky to earth to leave no trace

Sad is the path of the silver snow-flake

Watch as it dies on my hand leaving only tear

Only single tear…

On and on the sky is crying

On and on to face the day

On and on my dream is dying

And so is every single winter day…