Cloud Gate

Descending again from the cloudy sky over the cold-eyed steel giants, listening to the same old sad serenade, the sorrowful flakes are dancing on the winding paths. Winter's pale shrouds cover mysteries. A huge frozen tear reigns lifeless in silence like in an enchanted world. Snows smoothly with semi-bright stars, and confusing white angels, on the streets that are ended in the lake. Old memories fall apart. I can barely remember it. It was a long time ago when the snow was the greatest joy. I stop on the street with no name that leads nowhere, covered up in nostalgia.