Intimidated by Winter’s silence which is suffocating me and all of the evil ghosts hovering in the grey evening sky.
The howling of wind intensifies my solitude and the dim scars of my memories drown me in my bleak desolation.
The naked trees, the gloomy clouds, the wet birds, the fierce waves are wondering at nature’s bareness agonizing me slowly.
Then I find my escape in admiring the barren silence of this misty winter by exposing my inner conflicting pursuits.
I embrace my winter’s grip while hiding my yearnings for bloossom and blooming.
But if I do not appreciate this mysterious, puzzling, empty moment I can never welcome the beauty of my coming season.
For my redeemption from this cursed darkness, I will cherish my bitter sweet winter trills ❤