Ballads

Winter

The first scents of autumn can be smelt,
The sense of words is gone in a blink.
No changes in view - it is what they felt
Tears of diamonds on your lashes sink.

Your home all surrounded by snow,
Glassy frost covers rivers and lakes,
That's the way it must be, please don't show,
This yearning and grief on your face.
When the spring comes along with the rain,
The sun will warm up us both,
That's the way it must be for we burn,
With fire eternal like hope…