Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

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

As death tends to whisper
Thinks it´s surprising, expected
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely
to accomodate
A more whiskey warmth
Had my fills of somber hearts and lost

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

as always
Suspiciously sneaking
Mammoth
An emblem of bones
And hopes

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

Biting

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

quite considerably
Frozen hold the spirit down
to find the elusive shelter
Set aside reclusion the numbing mind

barren portrait
Painted white

Living
in bereavement
Temporarily
Untimely
This persistance

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

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