The Winter Within
Once upon a while A man walked through the door of time And steped out at the other side Like someone who hasn't a home He tried to see a home through her eyes Sadly, he was deceived by her beautiful and chaotic lines So many details and perfect-imperfections Many so, that he stood amazed But the only thing that must be said about this story It's that maybe not every end is happy Despite his poor arranged words One couldn't look far from the mots Even if the meaning was within his eyes He couldn't bring it out To live the words by Thus if faded Like cold jazz Out of dimes