Winter is vanishing

This desire to put flames in the world from this agony and dark souls of the past haunting us down since the first battle men have fought amongst each other.

the spears of fire piercing our skins and lands to the point of no return.

Oh me ! Oh life ! the quiet poet has died and the sailor's wide wiped her tears with the salty water of the blue sea !

Oh friend that left ! forgive who stayed to be burned by my sorrow and fear !

Oh mother ! winter is gone and the words have died.