The snow of February

A thick blanket of snow covers my heart

A livid woe freezes my childish dreams

In a corner, alone again in a crowded room,

among grim faces of snow, familiar refrain 
melancholy funeral of feelings

The snow of Febrary, pure and white
chilling the tears on my grim face
eases the pain in my teared soul 

But, on the edge, familiar lonliness 
over and over like an open wound