Frosted Lullaby

(Diminished Hexaverse)

By Iolanda Scripca

Early morning dew
Hear the angels cry
Brooks of sorrow near
Wings of grayish stone
Freshly cut bouquets...

Frost slaps my face
Reality
I breathe live clouds
Exhale, exhale...

Sunrise dark
Without you
Sleep my love...

Snowdrops!!!
It's you???

Wake...