Life alone ...

Irony of happiness is waiting- forever!
--- life alone in a christmas day.
Even the lights are so warm but,
my heart is so deep alone in the air!
Snow isn't like a love story written in it.
Where is the silence of my mind?
Songs of joy are so far away from me,
but cold is always with me.
Now- so it's too late for dreams to,
may come true in snowflakes. . .
What good it is in happiness to come for me,
if there isn't such thing like-
waiting will bring,! what really ?!


                                                                      - A. A. Popovici,

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