Whispers Of Snowfall

First snow: it is beautiful.

Everything is white and peaceful.

But slowly,

It will fade into a perfect memory:

Trees, grass, nature.

With you in it as a hidden traitor.

Why was it true?

You left me in a snowy view,

Without any goodbye,

Not even hearing my reply.

Many questions were given.

But you didn’t want to listen.

I had thousands of pre-visions.

I made many hard decisions,

Only to be shoved away and belittled

And be too oblivious to notice the betrayal.

You only saw in me the fool

And your tool.

Winter’s last snow:

Everything starts to grow.

You can even hear the birds’ chirping

And see the children playing.

The scenery will fade away as a perfect memory

With someone else in it, lovingly.

Somogyi Virág X. H