Hibernated

In the late afternoon, when the sky is covered with vermilion clouds, when the tired feathers of the great white eagles fall in the storm at the beginning of the moonless night, when the cold wind softly flowing through the deep blackness of the black night whispers the unspoken message of cold death, Then you are in an unbroken fatigue-free Hibernated state. The gentle, sweet breeze of spring will no longer sway your feelings - the feelings that once awakened to the inimitable rhythm of passion - are now nothing but the silence of the memory!