Winter solace

And it started with a feast we all freed the beast,

Rustling on dead leaves these winds often sweep,

The sudden blood that rushed the eyes that had glint,

Tomorrow it is all forgotten hangover of the begotten,

Looking up on the stars feeling it was all ours,

Mistook the commotion for your emotions,

It ringed the drums so loud deafening out all doubts,

A stale sniffle of a discarded apple thrown long before it was had,

No blames to you or your thoughts and actions,

Much was left to the hollow reactions,

Down came the fire and along came the wind,

Burnt all the houses washing away the dreams,

The willow says it's nothing but time,

The sparrow says it's the wind that is blind,

Walking away far from this land,

It's all a play of stones and sands.