The Promise I Once Dared To Give

Silent night still calling meFor a dawn of dreams so realChild’s naive heart still keeps a feelThe promise I once dared to give Step by step behind the doorSilent wind to feel the coldRun away and follow me Deep in the past of midwinter snowDreams keep calling for a hopeNevergone for the moments of loveEverwrittenContinue reading “The Promise I Once Dared To Give”

Snow of that winter.

She was sitting near the window looking at falling sparkling snow. White snowflakes slowly covered the ground still cold in the beginning of spring.“Great start… just awesome.” – thought she annoyingly.Mariita was thinking about songs and dreams, lines and forgotten tales she described once in her verses. Weird feeling, just too odd. Even for her.Continue reading “Snow of that winter.”

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