AmantVivere
The river that runs beneath this bridge
Why is it no less than an icy sheet
Spring's not any closer
Winter's just getting colder
All my leaves I have lost and autumn's not yet here
My root's getting numb and I can see no longer
When the time comes, will my flower bloom?
Don't I deserve a spring for all this gloom?
Else am I stuck, forever in this cold?
One season. One feeling. One forever.
I can't break,
Just not yet.
I haven't reached there,
Not yet.