When you aren't here, right by my sideI think I hate you
I do hate you
Absolutely detest you...
Time feels frozen,
in a cold dead zone
You turn the rainbow world
in to a grey-scale haze
and I hate you with a passion
like a witch, old-fashioned
But then your season dawns
with white flakes and crystal snow
naked trees with sculptured boughs
I'd stare at you with love, with awe
Surreal silhouettes that greet the morn
Blazing skies above cold, dead grounds
You turn the world in to piece of art
Knocking in blissful tunes
at the gates of my heart.
-Uththara-
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