They won't get br today's touch br of the rainbow br color of the first br rising Sun. br Neither, they br will hear the br songs of thrushes, br cuckoos......There, br Winter is hugging br every dead-heart. br ****************************** br In search of warm, br cozy-bed they longed br once throughout their charming br youthful days! br There's the frosty-bite br of death, domination br of the cruel-hands br of Time- our soul-mate, br performing His duty br of sucking secs br from our deadline br of this beautiful Earth. br Who are in grave br knew the beats of br love, affection, disdain, br cruelty, revenge br lust- - - -each br and every fuel br to keep burning br their desire, longing br to drink life br from their tumbler! br Their cells burnt br to burn their foods br and cherished dream. br Now, they are lying br in last gesture! br ***************************** br We are also in the queue, br for the zone, br where winter reigns.... br In their graves, br they wait for us...