Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

The it allows at first
The is felt through the air
The mother of nature speaks

As death tends to whisper
Thinks it´s surprising, expected
unwelcomed, purposely unhidden
There to
A more sensible whiskey
Had my fills of hearts and lost souls

ember grey, dismal drear
Catastrophic in its own simple
as low as low
Unfortunately is cold
Scold the mother
For the season´s core

as always
Suspiciously into
Mammoth
An of frigid bones
And desolate

The is now
An icy adversary of a sort
Wintry blue in the eyes
No choice but to
these skies

Biting

Blizzard
Nipping at the fine of your neck
glacial
Facial
Beaten red raw by the arctic

Pummelled considerably
Frozen bricks the spirit down
Destined to the elusive shelter
Set aside from the numbing mind

Winteresque portrait
Painted miserably

Earth
Postponed in
Temporarily
Untimely
unthawing persistance

Our feathered friends
Seem than they appear
scrambled to join them
On these months are so feared

gusts, tempestuous winds
Drifting bales,
Unbeareble
Trapped a rat in a maze
Just when you thought enough was too
For the desperate masses... and it passes