Lonely Snow

In this lonely snow,
I saw white on a pure white canvas,
little blood drops of my birds 
I walked like in my dream
just with my spirit around 
rising thoughts, warm heart
cold and empty eyes. 
In this lonely snow 
I walked alone, in my peace 
with my weapon of sorrow,
you didn`t exist on this whiteness 
sharp silence, blindness,
I`m alone and my birds died. 

 : n. nour
:: January.014