FINSE 1222

The night cold as ice she walked pass by. Her hair drowned in snowflakes and eyes full of sky. She lit up a pathway with her glowing gown, and stared to my shelter, knowing her way inside. The warmth of her eyes did remind me of spring, but I knew its illusion, which will be gone within. And nature somehow made me feel like it’s real, but then how can such magic ever last here for real.