The summer...
The summer is over, i see the flowers withering slowly.
The winter is coming, i feel the nice cool breeze.
The sun grows weak, it gets colder, it feels it's own sickness.
The moon grows stronger, glows brighter than the sun.
The darkness is deepening, growing as the shadows join together once more.
The light is fading, like a false dream, like a bad dream.
I open my eyes again, i join the shadows, i embrace the winter.
Others whine, stay inside, shiver as the winter comes.
Selite:
Jotain joka vain tuli mieleen ja päätyi kirjoitetuksi.
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