Winter Breeze by Zen Belle
The last winter breeze// as spring stamps it's mark on the trees and it's leaves// smiles all around/ dispel the winter frowns / a song plays but the lyrics I cannot clearly hear// something about how love fills the air when spring is near// grass going green as the sky is illuminated by the suns beams/ early mornings longer days// the sun goes down surrounded by a purple haze// as the season journeys on it's quarterly phase// I hate spring I always have/ when it rolls around I can't help but be mad/ I'm an autumn baby and as such there's nothing that I love as much// as the frost bite packed in winter's punch// I wish I could find the words that could perfectly explain/ the feeling I get when the winter chill caresses my skin and runs through veins/ longer nights and shorter days// as the season goes on it's quarterly phase/ instead of my skin it sets my heart a blaze/
