Jan 19, 2018
There goes my winter as cold as below zero there goes the cold that surrounds my soul there goes the freezing soul looking for sun there goes the shadow of far head turning to try not to look on what could be, there it goes the will to go on, like a current in the ocean sweeping the shore and erasing the marks, there it goes wanting, trying and going My winter that gets all over the body the season that doesn’t mind,numbing, forgetting there goes the hope, disappearing like wonderland bubbles there goes a woman, despite of everything,standing tall. There goes this season and have to live with it.
Kristina, Thoughts and High heels