ANA10918 Winter's Hand
ANA10918 Winter's Hand
Grey hollow
I watch my breath on the glass
It disappears
In seconds
I borrow
A piece of the wind from the trees
Cos it feels so still
Without you
Wake me
Shed the sky of winters hand
And warm my bones
Break me
I’m losing life by winters hand
Held in stone
Paint color
Long bound in black and white
Time left me here
To whisper