Cold flower of the woods. Abandoned dove. Hurt and injured by death. Lost and forgotten in the snow. Return here to earth. Fly like the wind.Return with tears from the sky. Enlighten us with fire from dreams.
Black snow is the memory. My wake cries shadows. My anger strips me in silence. Hate devours my dreams. The earth is alone, I reneg the heavens, death sings with the voice of the wind.Life cries tears of fire. Life cries tears of fire.
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ccolca 8 months ago
Cold flower of the woods. Abandoned dove. Hurt and injured by death. Lost and forgotten in the snow. Return here to earth. Fly like the wind.Return with tears from the sky. Enlighten us with fire from dreams.
Black snow is the memory. My wake cries shadows. My anger strips me in silence. Hate devours my dreams. The earth is alone, I reneg the heavens, death sings with the voice of the wind.Life cries tears of fire. Life cries tears of fire.
coltzin12 1 year ago 2