This Winter Day The weather is still freezing cold, icy road is slippery than ever from yesterday's melted snow. Wind blowing hard on the people in the street, and the distant afternoon sun ray down into the eye sight. Given a feeling of absurd life, where one sees warmth yet feel the coldness. Given the soul an emptiness, where the love is far away and life is all about loneliness. How one wish a body to hold, How one wish a love to love, How one wish a stove to heat, How one wish a home to stay. Comming back to reality, A dream is just a dream. Comming back to sense, A poem is just a poem. (c) by Dexter - 2003