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Goodbye January

Originally posted on Strawberry Fields:
January, the coldest of months, where is your fresh beginning? Where are the dreams and hopes you have promised? January, the month of mystery, the month of melancholy, where nothing is lucid and pure. January, Where is your faith in us and humanity? Where is your cordiality? I sense nothing but…

Into the Essence of Cold

Wonder and wonder, where all lies and goes, between the roofs and the higher trees, all of which melancholic. Grieving with love, cleansing, what goes beyond this God forsaken place, wretched with hope. The desires of the green land are desperate to evolve, to become pure and crystal. All lost in the sea of faith […]