Dirty, hard, and crusty lies the patch of snow outside her window
Bitter cold wind shrieks mercilessly over its' surface
nothing impedes the howling
Old woman watches their spot from behind an icy pane ...
A solitary flower appears on that barren place
Sharing honey flavored nuance with the entire universe
nothing impedes the fragrance
Old man always commented on the mystery and beauty of it all ...
Year after year they shared this event
Now her solitary love wail pierces all creation
nothing impedes the grief