• Was It today?
    Or yesterday?
    That the snow hit me ever so gently,
    I realize,
    That It was neither,
    It gently hits me now,
    One after the other,
    Falling,
    Falling,
    Falling,
    Fallen...

    From green to white,
    Then white to green,
    An eternal loop,
    So we think,
    Or do we...?

    Do you think?
    Or do you know?
    That our moonlight will stop Its glow,
    Our sunlight will stop Its light,
    And In between will combine and fight...

    One day,
    The things that hit you gently in life,
    Will be the hardest to overcome...

    The End, A poem by: Asve