Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

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

As death tends to defiance
Thinks surprising, fully expected
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely
to accomodate
A more sensible whiskey
Had my fills of somber hearts and souls

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

as always
Suspiciously into
Mammoth
An emblem of bones
And desolate

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

Biting

Blizzard
at the fine line of your neck
Horrendous
disfiguration
Beaten red raw by the arctic

Pummelled considerably
Frozen hold the spirit down
Destined to the elusive shelter
Set aside reclusion from the numbing

barren portrait
Painted miserably

Living
in bereavement
Temporarily
anytime
This persistance

Our fine friends
smarter than they appear
Should´ve to join them
On these months are so feared

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