When the snow thaws beneath the salt
And I draw faces on the glass
Occasionally looking over the lines
To people holding hands
In this cold winter and warming cheeks
I dream of you, in a land far away
Where warm winds pass by the window
On similar dark nights carrying messages
Concealed under layers of misgivings
Lest some eye steal a notice
I draw inspiration and put the music high
But it does not stay for long
I get reminded of faces I lost
Near ones whom I cannot touch
A severe blockage restrains all efforts
I cannot write, I cannot write.
And I know not why.
Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.
