Forever dim,
it might seem,
it only snows
in winter…

Falling in winter,
a drop of renewal
painted as coldness
is the hidden
seed of spring,
patience
as a moment
of bliss,
patience
as a giver
of truth,
you…

Despair and frustration appear when our desires cannot be fulfilled, and in such moments we paint ourselves with coldness and perhaps even anger. How deep are we willing to fall before we let the seed of spring be born again?
Signature Lina Ru