embracing thee      
                       and warmth of thy    
         and blooming springtime air
    and though frozen to my bones  
        my heart with you will share
the cloudy days, the skies of grey
         the frost on window's glass
      the need of mine to get away
                      to vanish in a fuss
          it's not depression anyway    
               nor losing hope or faith
                    just similarity of life
           in drunk and wasted days