10th of December

The sky is feathery

The ground is fluffy

The cloud cover is frosty

Looking is your eyes

Fireplace near

Sound of crackling

All I hear

The air is filled with the smell of cinnamon tea

And our high glee

It's tenth of December

There was an echo, I remember

"Everything's is beautiful distance"

That's a false witness

I discerned with your existence

I caught a glimpse of the ether in your eyes

As the azure sky's

Whether close or far

My tea's gone cold, the time's fled

But my heart gone warm instead