You are looking at burning hills
Symbolizing a tragic end.
Your unbearable sorrow spills.
I am holding your crystal hand.
I am trying to find the words.
That there’s always another way.
But they fly with those heartless birds.
And they die with the passing day.
You are dressed in the sparkling snow
Like a beautiful joyful bride.
But your gaze is a river flow
That is frozen. I know you lied.
The reminding of what was lost.
You’re the Sun of this breaking view.
I am covered in guilt and frost.
And the colour I see is blue.
Please.
Stay with me.
For a little longer.
Frost
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