post a comment | posted Jan 28
In icy halls of winter memory I laid
Shadows and dust my heartbeat silence
Crumbled dead leaves in a graveside urn
My soul, tattered by lost autumn winds
Dark shapes of night in endless twilight
Then from another world a distant voice
Echoes of life past, taste of sap green,
Berries and bloodred on thorns sweet
Air black with wings, light with fresh snow
Rustle of grass, earth quickens, a sound
Drop of sweet water, painbitter, tearsalty
Through hollow rooms stole the thaw of my soul
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