Mountain Winter
Mood: Sad
Listening to: Poems
Days come; days go.
I count days of my life as they go.
Pine trees reaching to the sky.
I feel the cold mountain breeze trough my lungs.
Like a whisper to my ears
… Winter is coming…winter is coming.
Soon my lonely days will be white.
A long long white.
Without hoping for a footprint.
My only visitors, begging for food though faithfull enough to com everyday!
Oh, I'm so lonely these days.
