Winter

The images and the drawing all are different.

The thoughts and the reality is another story.

Sometimes the cold hunts us down.

Sometimes it makes me feel sick.

But the winter songs are still calm.

The cure to the summer heat waves.

All of it a story, all of it makes a history.

I wish you were with me.

Sometimes I fear being without you.

But then I know, you are no were to be found.

You need to leave things and grow.

One day we will together row.