… masih putih di luar…
Being cold today, between the first snow in November,
Hard to get it that way, but hey, life’s always surrounded by the thunder.
North sea brings her wind, into the land in the corner,
Taking paths to the next day, how hard to ride it ’til next summer?
Being cold tomorrow, when the snow is still on the road.
Hope is on its way, between books, hard stuff, also the code.
Fresh air is brought in, and so is cold,
Let’s make life better, don’t postpone it ’til we’re old.
Really wants to go, to the end of the world.
Something to be search, something below the sheet of ice,
That would be interesting, wondering why it’s twirled,
Getting stuck is not an option, just roll the dice!
(giggles, having so much exclamation mark typed in some windows, what the heck am I doing!)
