Voice of Snow 3

Now so old and understood

He turns with hard heart hardened

away from empty hands


Such winter currents blinded

Out beyond the night green boughs


Sing me far away

far away


Sing me cries of white

cries of white



Ash snow of perfect freeze

Nothing around to sing

only white upon horizon

ash snow of perfect freeze


Only two upon the world

he to save and he to take

those round eyes with their sights so pure

he to take and he to stain


Voices cream and silenced

Voices still and shadowed

Voices beyond horizon


Sing me far away

far away


The End

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