Under the winter sky, the sun is a dream lost among shadows

Under the winter sky, the sun is a dream lost among shadows, I wonder if you too feel the sadness that penetrates the soul. When the fog settles and the city becomes a mystery, The rain seeps into my heart, shattering it into ruin. My window is adorned with frost flowers, lost angels, The bitter cold of the night is a song of silent dreams. The moon is a cold eye, the wind cuts like a knife, Tearing the silence into pieces of endless thoughts. May God watch over those without shelter, The beggars seeking their path among shadows of meaning, The poor, who tread the snow under burdensome steps, In the night that freezes them with dreams lost outside. My room is a fragment of summer, with curtains drawn, Layers of warmth and peace, of untouched longings, But somewhere, like a child without home and dreams, My heart weeps in the cold of unspoken yearning. In the flow of thoughts, I lose myself between dream and reality, Between the desire to embrace infinity and fragility, For each heartbeat carries an echo, An ephemeral dance between heavy light and darkness.