Forest Whispering Winterbird
Through the falling snow she gracefully flies. A sight not to be seen by awoken eyes. Every time when asleep, I chase her through landscapes. I still can hear her wings clap and keep running even if awake. There is no telling how I yearn to fly with this wintery bird. She would sit next to me and eat from my hand. Together we would glide through the desert land. The arrival of spring I' ve always hated, you still live in my dreams. Where the flowers are forever faded, and winter never leaves.
