WARMING AWARENESS

 Now come the crummy, heating bill years, with warm fire, voluntary surrender to winter! The truth is knocking on me, beating have one's fair share. And a number of wolf-crying stars gently shine through the cosmos of nights! Wreaths of rose hips were spread as a sacrificial gift by busy children, elders: they honored those who sinned even in death! - The winter season will alert you with tears of ice, and in the shelter of mistletoe, but it would be good: for a single, eternal moment, only broken moment, the Roe-eyed Merry-girl of the earthly Universe could embrace you!

 Every day the frost bites me like a knife's teeth – the orphaned adult cries on me: even he is quite child-minded, for he may be left alone for good; the dance of the cutting blades creaks beneath the crunching feet. My mood is getting dumber, draughtier! I must lead myself, even in a season of life-changing inhumanity, and my beloved's smile is wiped away by the consciousness of futility: my pessimism grows rampant and does not improve! Snowfall threatens with despair and despair.

The sad tears of the fragile pearls of winter, and the hopelessness of windy, blood-red dawns! Maybe one day my head will grow thin, it will be worth, if possible, the great determination beyond thirty, and in the shelter-humanism of wholeness, I could be a soul mate for some reason, with whom we would help each other through the sinking of the islands of life like enthusiastic castaways! – Your lovely Lily head would rest in the knotty craters of my shoulders, and I, as an inexperienced schoolboy, would tremble and listen attentively to how the perfect circulation of your blessed heart of gold knocks, drums and pulsates!