I've gonna miss the road of winter,
lonely heart in february !
Now the pages of books fall apart,
longing that never comes...
Every breath that I've breathe,
is still somewhere on the________ !
Each part of me is without a word,
in the time of sorrow.
I've gonna dream of snowflakes,
like they fall down in my dreams !
my memories will be in the mind of,
somebody else . . .
Frozen thoughts are waiting for me,
Step that I'll take it,
is feelings in the past !
- A. A. Popovici,