Winter poems
Words like blades
Cut me deeply
Unbearable pain
Spring almost came
To take me by the hand
Guiding me through the colors
Of a forgotten land
If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you
Then summer breeze
Will make us dream
Keeping in our hearts
The sun like secret sin
Fall grey days
Will supply us with the signs
In the end we'll learn
From the mistakes we'll leave behind
If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you
If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you
If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you
