winter`s child

There is something about the cold winters,

something so silent,

so tranquil..

The silence that fills in ways no words ever will..

These seasons come and go

cause nothing changes and it never will..

Then tell me why this heart grows more weary,

grows a little less hopeful, a little less patient?

for some unbeknown reason it refuses to give up..

Maybe because I`m a winter`s child, 

just caught up in the midst of an endless summer...

~sehrish