maelynslavik

Blurred is the line of time,

Somewhere between reality and imagination,

That subtle figment of disbelief, 

Coldly passing, 

Again and again, 

The lovely Lady of Summer is carefree and beautiful, she swims in lakes and dances with flowers as her long hair floats in the warm breeze 

my heart so beating

soft in my chest where there is

waiting a snowy storm