vile white lie

The feeling of disconsolation that rustles through the windy tale
None is left to be narrated but an epilogue bale
The forbidden fruit renounces its presence
Bringing the ending to its balance

The fragrance of snow season fills the dawning fate
And the sound of piano keys resonates its desolate state
Listening to sentimental words that slowly fade
It is not the time to swallow anymore blade

The sea waves that reflect the moonlight smile
It reveals a white tigress that is vile
With the cicada shell that misleads the eye
She dances gracefully like a white lie

The chimney smoke fills the morning life
Only wilful persistence may cause a strife
The dream voyage flees to the archive
Revealing an opaque lagoon to dive