It was the winter season
When I heard your song
Your Voice
Voice
Voice
Made the cold stones tremble.
Awakened, renewed and revived
I dug for the snow-covered tulip
And offered it...to you
A token for a beautiful song
Voice
Voice
Voice
Until you stopped
I watched with tear-filled eyes
As your figure vanished
Among the clouds.
You left me.
But not your winter song.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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