watching the snowfall from the window sill
with a cup of coffee grounded in the mill
untouched unscathed innocent pure
...
need to know whether she is happy or sad
'cos in love I am completely mad
loves the color black and red
flames sometimes go on and off with the man you wed
...
why are there feelings in me
what is the way to be
what and when to express I know not how
...
Snow Storm
watching the snowfall from the window sill
with a cup of coffee grounded in the mill
untouched unscathed innocent pure
the soft fluffy allure
falling with serene sound
I hear each flake land around
randomly once in a while
they dampen my heart's tile
how easily they lose their individuality
to form an infinite white and milky
the storm is over or so it seems
unforgiving winds have left mighty reams
the sun shall soon shine
and the days will again be mine