Snowman

Building your eyes
I spent more than a year
And that nose
Uff half a life

That white body
Covered in ice
Didn’t I warm that off color
Of your smile?

Today for the first time
Your image next to mine
Figures next
In a photo that characters
An ice sculputer

And I only wish it’s I
Who whished to be yours

In your arms;
[Whispered] in your hands



Only i
To be in your frozen mind

Only I
If for a minute and half
Before that second
Passes by