Winter

Within the snow

Frozen in the mist

Your eyes will glow

For eons to list

 

In silence and woe

From toe to finger

The wind will blow

Upon your linger

 

Alas,

I told you to flee

But, fool, you did not go

So here we’ll stay

Beholding the flow

As we decay

 

And

Before you know

We’ll wither away.

 

Caio Bio Mello

18/12/2021