A look of madness My hands froze in this cold My breath on a cloud comes out Panic in my veins slowly enters I closed my eyes Then I counted only to three A finger on the trigger slipped The noise of the bullet my senses burst Then the shackles fell The winter was not so cold
1 repandylevin answered
It's a little late, it's already the first spring, now make us happy with something more cheerful and corresponding to the weather outside. Otherwise you have a sense of rhyme and the idea.