Poezja

everything she cares about,

is slowly,
painfully,
coldly,

disappearing from her lonely life she has...

day after day lying in the same place,
looking that the blue sky.

how much it changed in those years.

lying there in pain,
feeling warmth from the tears she cry.
the snow slowly fall on her;

you see the water rushing down

then.

you see her jump and disappear in the winter water.