On A Cold Winter Evening

Tree tops like temple peaks

Peaking towards the sky

Drenched in winter frosts

Standing lone

Where my vision seems too lost

I rub the window pane with my hand

To wash out the frost attached there

Chill glass bits my skin

Shivers me

From feet and to my chin

I can hear the sounds of clapping ripples

Brushing against the lake shores

The cold rocks standing on the foot of the hill

And some pebbles

There chill and still

I look from my balcony

To the frozen evening landscape

I fix my vision to the great Church top

The ringing bell hung over there

That brings to my heart, a ray of hope

The burning round yellow street lights

Brightens the cold winter roads

Where on them an icy frost sit

Stands still, doing its job

The frozen atmosphere, it tries to lit

Twinkling dim stars

Under the great canopy

Seems cold and shivering

While as I walk around

I hear those sleepy starlings sing.

Lonely as I sit in the corner of my room

Trying to beat the cold

Slow heat of fire from the fireplace

Sweet, silent, I try to fall sleep

The beauties of the winter, I in my heart embrace

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