• They say many things
    About many seasons passed
    Many emotions blend, painting abroad.
    Emotions make people beast like
    Feeling closer
    To what we cannot call sanity.
    Stupidity dominates
    As consciousness is overruled
    Crucified for reason.
    But winter is ahead
    Cools the minds
    Settles the temper.
    And sanity returns
    Filling the vacancy of heat
    Brimming itself in purity.
    The purity of burying
    Of bearing the weight
    Of burdened feelings.