Winter Songs
The kind of paper burning in a fire
Like a song of winter you sung me
Like a thunder storm
Like a page of paper turned me
Pallid paper is my soul
The kind of paper burning in a fire
Letters dying, itching, flying
Bloody fingers blackened by its ink
Dying ink, flooding oceans in my soul
Like a song of winter you sung me
With words I knew never before
Words of mysteries enchanting
Words I know no longer more
A melody so warm entrancing
Turned into a piano my bones
Whitened keys struck my spine
And black keys became my soul
Like a thunder storm
So bright, so loud, surprising
Awakening a deep slumber
So bright, so loud, so calming
Enlightening my soul
Her face was soft and calming
Like light in thunderstorm
Enlightening, escaping, embracing
Drops of hail in my soul
Her hair obscured by clouds
As black as thunderstorms
Surrounding every thoughts that fell
From my mind as rain into my soul
Like a song of winter you sung me
Like a thunder storm
Like a page of paper turned me
Pallid paper is my soul
About the Creator
Pakk Camacho
Writer
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