PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Cold is the distance,

Frozen by time,

Like an abyss between hearts,

Where warmth no longer finds solace.

Each second is a snowflake,

That accumulates, merciless,

Transforming what was once a bond,

Into a silent void.

Distance, once a gentle breeze,

Is now a cutting wind,

Freezing the unspoken words,

And rendering love a distant facade.

In the cold of absence,

Emotions fall asleep,

And time, in its patience,

Allows memories to age.

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