The court of love

And you is gone somewhere to always,
Where I'm not.
You burned my tracks.
Like a bridge. Burning winter

*Snows leaves from trees,
Where are the seeds only
Come. One hundred Queens
Dancing snow. You sleep *

*In a room where love itself
Can't warm his hands
Get some wood. Winter, winter
Some of the separations. *

Old dial in the room
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tock.
Love... Pontius Pilate...
I serve him.
Why should we?!