“Just so you know
This poem is not for you”
- he said she said
whatever trammels in her thoughts
she never meant to say.
One day..

“ - See? There’s no breeze of winter in my eye anymore
A raven and his fellow the snow rain,
going towards the e-ver-locked door.

- You said “yes” to the Queen?!
- Said “yes”.
- Heading south, heading north..
- ..heading purple hills
( Ever heard about purple hills in winter? )
and fire storms inside

and...”

and there she was,
the mistress of all seas
the salve of every heartbreak:

freedom.