there were four of us pointing at the night sky   snowflakes falling like white feathers   illuminated by the moon's gleam   we thought they were the tears of the stars   beacause only the proud moon could shine to our eyes   we were very young and we tried to blow the barrier   that were forming the clouds      our four breaths gathered by our fear    of never see the stars again   at midnight in a chill wind   slow motion of our bodies    in the snow sweet crackles under our feet   the heat of cold snow in our hands brought us joy   the snowballs were carrying our dreams      and in the morning the sky is rose   and the trees are statues of ice   a silence.. no singing birds   the white coat of snow purifies our souls   as it hides our fears and memories   and when the sun melts it away    we'll leave our dreams    and put our feet back on the muddy groud