Snowing days of depression

In the quiet of the soul, a wintry haze,

Depression falls like snow on sober days,

Each flake a heavy thought burdening the mind,

A chilling storm of emotions, difficult to unwind.

The world turns cold, emotions freeze,

A silent struggle hidden beneath the trees,

Footprints of sorrow mark the icy ground,

Yet hope may defrost, in warmth to be found.

Snowflakes dance, a delicate ballet,

Embracing darkness in a mute display,

But just as seasons change, so can the heart,

Melting away dispair to a new and hopeful start.

MARIA JULA

MARIA JULA ESTE ELEVĂ ÎN X A, CLASA PROF. LAURA LAZĂR. ACEST POEM NE-A FOST ÎNCREDINȚAT PRIN AMABILITATEA D-NEI FLORINA DĂNILĂ, PROFESOARĂ DE LIMBA ENGLEZĂ A MARIEI, CĂREIA ÎI MULȚUMIM.