New Year's Hope

That Winter told me a story
Of a girl who was always in a hurry.
Who was always accustomed to it,
And never thought to turn over it.

The days passed as a second
And now she sits alone,
Waiting for getting a second
Of seeing that winter gone.

Other winter is coming again,
To treat her heart full of pain,
But she is convinced it won't avert
What is inside of her gelid heart.

The winter came, brought Christmas
And a fire of new year's lights,
And a miracles hidden in glass
Of a playthings coloured light.

But hey, they came not alone,
A present for those who feels alone,
A faith hidden in decorations,
And a hope in tiny snowflakes.

Is your heart icy now, dear?
Or do you believe in now, here?
If yes then wait for a miracle,
Wait for the New Year's tale.