Think falling....

Snowing....
silent....
Feeling like no voice in the world...
Closing my eyes,
trying to feel,
What she is feeling thou...
Gloomy land, with any drops...
Like a lava,
Whispers, lack of tortures...
Like the red trees,
Walking on the snow,
Sounds so calm...
Handing them,
Makes so warm....

Poetry

Sometimes, I feel thou with no matter how the eve is turning into the heaven...

Somehow, the world is mainly in red with lackily blood...

But somethou, I feel no how this torture covering me as like a shadow in the land...

But no mater how Im for u, everything is, just turning into the blood....

Heart desease make me so long walk in the ice

With no sense.....................................................................................