Innocent white falling down
Painting roofs with silver verses of cold
A snowflake’s dream rests on my palm
Innocent white covers my porch
Home falls asleep drawing pale dream upon a door
With a cold pure touch
Sending a farewell to a long-gone midsummer dream
Trees sing a winter lullaby
Dropping their leaves on to frozen waters calm
Silver carpets below
Innocence dies to be reborn
Deep inside every man’s heart
With one last petal of life
Where is a song to which I belong?
Where is a door back to the meadows?
Dream of moonlit shores, tales and pale virgin snow
Where is a heart I used to live for?
My silent core weeps for ever lost days forevermore
Before November reveals a dream of white winter scene
I wish to see
A heart of a moonlit wolf’s dream
Forever hidden within
Shadowing far beneath
A cold winterheart dream
I found the shelter in the field
Dancing with cold northern wind
Under a song of falling stars
Innocent white dwells within
To shelter your dream
Wordless verse through the heart that makes me believe
In a wish still living in me
Linlin's Poetry 