Snowfall

Not like a spring ı assumed I didn't saw any though I've just presumed An old book of colors told me that Snow is white and it is good Pretending that it is cold As if it covers the mud That holds these gardens But, ı cannot feel its cold Even though ı shiver It became our fever Killing me slowly I am dying out here Like a dry leaf, we are falling Covering the dirts of snow Are we seeded to be teased Are we made for you to be pleased Not like a spring ı assumed Black flowers have been rooted Grayscale hopes To build empires without souls Can't you hear what screams under Pure white cannot mute a thunder Not like the spring ı assumed Black flowers have been rooted Grayscale hopes To build empires without souls My little garden of flowers Now flooded, now lifeless Wasn't it beautiful at first Snowflakes seemed so harmless Let us hope This is the last snowfall