Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

The distance it allows at
The is felt through the air
The of nature speaks discontently

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

Bleak ember grey, drear
in its own simple right
as low as low
Unfortunately is cold
the mother whore
For shaking the core

as always
Suspiciously sneaking
proportions
An of frigid bones
And desolate

The is now
An icy of a piercing sort
Wintry blue lunacy in the
No choice but to
Against skies

bitterness

Blizzard
Nipping at the fine of your neck
Horrendous
disfiguration
Beaten red raw by the fist

Pummelled quite
Frozen bricks the spirit down
Destined to find the shelter
Set aside from the numbing mind

Winteresque portrait
miserably white

Living
in bereavement
Temporarily
Untimely
This unthawing

Our feathered friends
Seem smarter than appear
scrambled to join them
On these that are so feared

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