Walking in the twilight,
The silence creeped like a death.
The snow uncovered the trees,
Standing tall still holding the breath.
But my path knows all…
The moments we shared,
Loved each other and cared.
Softly I lean down one fir and stare above,
The cold winter will soon go and Spring will come.
A bright star of hope shine above in the sky,
Happiness will come and all the pain will pass by..
© Pimmi Nag