—Is like a frozen castle on the distant hill-

Trying to fall asleep-

Over the town of ghosts-

And hustling worlds-

Of human needs-

But still-

It may look cold and mean-

Nevertheless it’s always warm inside-

For strange emotions and illusions-

Which miss their ways-

In hidden passages of winter-

Looking for spring until you’re back-

Then sunrise will climb up the snowy hill-

And cover all the walls of ancient towers-

With fragrant kisses-

And magic roses-

That can sing…