somehow,
winter is pretty sad, isn't it?
winter means to be an end of something,
lookin for the dead bodies of the trees,
everything turned to white-boned tone,

just like you,
turned to pale white in silence,
no sound,
no soul,

somehow,
winter is beautiful, isn't it?
winter means to be a beggining of something,
lookin for the pure-white spirits of the winter,
everything turned to omnipotent ray of white,

just like you,
turned to clear white in silence,
with a smiling face,
with that white rose, beside of your urn.




to : my lovely gramps (1934-2008)
luv u so much.