[Calann]: 135.Poetry.White in D minor

Written 2005/09/12
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Breathe on frosty glass
under fingertips
blue with cold


life force drying out
with every single sigh
the last winter is here


north wind
sings a melody
meant for the weary and wistful


telling of days
gone long ago
and of rare sheltered nights


lying down
on a bed of hay and dried leaves
closing tired eyes


listening
to the very last notes
of a hammering heart


slowly
fading
away