Snow in the hands,
crushed in the air.
forms of whiteness,
eclipse in hundreds folds,
It is not the one who
pulled a gun to your head.
It is the world around
in despair.
If i may say!
I know where I am goiing.
Wish for the end.
Life is a miracle.
Life is a long railroad,
and without all it's beggars
in despair.
Snow is melted,
snow is gone,
and when you came forward,
it would be so long.
Answers and questions,
will always be there.
Strong!
A woman who rock the world,
in glory and despair,
for you God will always
be there.
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