Hurry up, winter

Hurry up winter, i miss you.
No one can hold in their arms like you do.
Your silent whispers are sleeping on my pillow
holding a mirror
to the magic within the cold inside of me.
Hurry up winter, i need you
to postpone the future full of hurry
and the worry that is packing it’s bags
to come back home.
Hurry up winter, i will hold you
and they’ve told you of my deepest nights
in the Eden.
Hurry up winter, you will guide me
and you’ll hide me, in the whiteness of your name
behind the walls of sorrow.

Dijana Zmija


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