Warm light in a winter's day

I tend to forget
about birds singing
about murmuring streams
the warmth of the sun

This day that belongs to spring
resembles chewed nails
young yearning hearts
swollen memories

It has slip my mind
that other lives
different beauties exist
outside these four walls

Summer should have ended long ago
Best friends change
a fresh fringe cut in the darkest hour
new black glasses

I suddenly realize
that the extended hours
were not mine
outside these four walls