Snowflakes
1. Aren't we all walk alone?, in our ears just wind blowing, a forgotten whisper of spring, we can not go beyond. All those promises dead, just lines; a tread, entwined makes life; where are the tales I was told as a child? Why was I entitled to paradise? Hopeless can not be so bad As paradise seems to be, A hard place to arrive. 2. Snowflakes shining fast! Lying dry in hot sand, We are melting furiously! But you cry out so loud! Sad little people of Gulliver, Scared by snowflakes, doomed to dry.