Sparkling trees of silver foam
Cast shadows in winter home
Swaying branches breaking sound
Lonely forest trembling ground.
Masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew
Patterns understood by youreaching out beyond and before.
Timelike gold dustbrings mind down to hidden levels underground
Say a few words to the windthat’s all that’s left of winter’s friend.

Reaching the snow in the days of the coldcasting a spell out of ice.
Now that you’re gone
The summer’s too long and it seems like the end of my life
Beyond and before.
Timelike gold dustbrings mind down.




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