December

Give me a pardon
give me a strong warm hand.
Too many people just rubs salt
my wounds, where all the
warmth and empathy of the world
went into hiding. the world is
just broke my heart.
Now, in December white in snow
put the whole of Finland country,
ice to wait for independence day.
Autumn tunes already sung out,
the winter for us to finally come to you.
No one is asking me for tea in the morning,
Life does not give water to my soul withered.
I love him a lot, who would love to
me a little, or more.
Now it is December, and poetry,
reads the chords, the melancholy,
and the chains will squeeze in the middle of the darkness.