Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

The distance it allows at
The change is felt the air
The mother of nature discontently

As tends to whisper defiance
Thinks it´s surprising, fully
Heavily unwelcomed, unhidden
There to
A more sensible whiskey
Had my fills of somber and lost souls

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

Unprepared as
Suspiciously sneaking
proportions
An emblem of bones
And hopes

The is now
An icy of a piercing sort
Wintry lunacy in the eyes
No but to hibernate
these skies

Biting

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

quite considerably
Frozen hold the spirit down
Destined to the elusive shelter
Set reclusion from the numbing mind

Winteresque portrait
Painted miserably

Earth
Postponed in
cessated
Untimely
unthawing persistance

Our fine feathered
Seem smarter they appear
Should´ve scrambled to join
On these months that are so

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