White in D minor

_{Poem by [Linderel]}

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

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