Winter Sonata...
embellished by snowflakes and cherry blossoms
frozen lakes and new, sheen ice skates
songs of the snow and perfect snowballs
colorful shawls, winter fleece jackets, parka and taffeta
chalet boots on the doorstep
chilly nights with the warmth of the flickering fire by the fireplace,
cuddled with someone who speaks of no winter,
no spring,
no summer,
no fall,
but of the one whose life is a quasar in the evening sky...
you.
but this sonata is in a melancholy
coz winter is
a perfect season...
to cry not for any other reason
but for one thing:
one's everything that turned out to be nothing...
Winter sonata...
silenced with a gush of wind
from a far away place.
snow.
silence.