On the edge
i fall
nothing stands between the last drop of rain
and the first kiss on a winter day
yet you left
hands in your pockets
a trace of your steps

it’s snowing like the first time
i touched the winter
with the childish hands

i’m falling
your hands can’t reach me
i nearly lost myself between the edges
sharp and deep into my flesh
i'm afraid this snow will cover my soul
in the middle of darkness

my soul has many colours
and shadows
you can’t paint this pastel anymore

your shape is changing
i write about you
in this mysterious way
cause you are shadow,
you are wind
you are rain
but never snow

winter comes for dreamy people
you never dreamt
this edges
lost into my skin.