fr::zen

a horror story
a ruthless romance

a fairy tale

winter...
isn't it back too soon

deep into the forest
lies a frozen lake

seldom we've been there

seldom we hanged

from dead trees
till light broke through

her reflection still lures along the surface

frozen moments

snap shots
captured with human lens
never to be erased again

can you do that?

she has wings now
she can fly

the winds still whisper her name
trees miss her soft words

...

she flew away
...
(to another gray planet)

this painting was done by a friend, an artist!