Collection_Denouement: Winter (Digital Painting)

It isn’t cold, because my winter is a forest where I dwell.

You are the branches that keep me warm, you are the grass that guards my steps.

It isn’t cold, even if it snows outside. Tears are streams of fresh water, shining like mirrors, and the rain is your caress that travels through my body.

I watch you. There is no need for any other shelter as long as I have you.