Winter in my Heart

It was winter in my heart, in my life
I was on the boat, a party on board
But friends turn foes
I wait here on an island, blue trees, snow pattering
I look onto the sea
The ice is slowly retreating
But my binoculars are foggy, my compass not to tell north from south

Not to tell if the saviours were from the north from hope or from west foes
He lies until the man in a white suit leaves, leaving a maiden wearing a green dress
She wipes the fog off and leads him uphill
He looks from the hill and he can see a small skiff coming towards him

He gets dressed only for the lady to leave and white flocks to come down again, the boat vanishes


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