Winter Song

I lost count  of  the mournful nights that passeth, as i watch for a falling star from a still insipid sky that has become ruthless
I wonder if the  flowers will be awakened in springtime. I am afraid, some will be timid. 
The winter froze my vein,  i can only sing its song while the despondent sea echoes. nobody cares to listen.

©jenh2018