Thursday, 13 November 2014

Winter story .



Even when ,
I don't have the strength,
 to believe.
touch of the blessings,
 your hands keeps for me!
flower of ice,
 that melts of Your love.
I hear your voice, 
 frozen of my soul!
Jesus ,
my thoughts and words,
 are yours even,
deep in the melody,
 of a snowflake.
my heart is so lonely,
 in this snow of life.
cold breath, 
 that never say something.
listen in the dark,
 of your heart...
and if yet,
 all of me is so down, 
without a joy.
I still hope, 
in my winter story!


                                       - A. A. Popovici,


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