My deals are pure,
Like the snow draping
from the falls of its vapour.
Paving the park
of snow skipper.

The value of my fall hosts
the skipper wants.
The ray of the sun
scatters my friendly stillness.
the warmth kills me away.
that I lost my importance to the skipper.

I am a friend of the skipper!
why not leave my values to stay?
Entering between us
like thunder strikes.
Making me fake in my deals.

I came...