It's cold outside everything is covered with thick layer of snow like a blanket laying the city to rest. And I'm just sitting here wandering in old memories over the steam of my tea.

Winter

It’s cold outside
everything is covered
with thick layer of snow
like a blanket
laying the city to rest.

And I’m just sitting here
wandering in old memories
over the steam of my tea.

As I slowly fall asleep
(and might now wake up
untill spring)
I see sledges
sliding down the hills
my friends
smiling eyes over their scarfs
snowballs
flying like arrows under the sun.

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Holcz Csaba

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