Breeze ice cold, tales of old,
Lurched in a lone love-seat
And a frozen hearth
Listening to the beat of a long-dead heart.
These eyes will shed tears no more,
Nor this lips utter your name
Never more this heart shall bleed
And build castles in the air.
Enough is enough
I have ate my fill
I’ll never again take a sip
Of this venomous elixir!
The golden melodious summer’s done
And the spring of love, long gone,
The fall of emotions begone
And this wintery heart began.
One by one, snowflakes falls down,
The white coat glazed the golden earth
Soon this tiny flame within my soul
Be frozen still for mournful morn.
I wish heart’s seasons coincide
With the climates of this world
That though one cycle has been gone,
A new one starts in but no time.
But this heart of mine, a pure devout
Long-gone the days the first seed sprout
Yet this waning old oak tree
Feels pain of old like yesterday…
~Adrian Fisga Luague