The snow falls endless
From blue lips
Whose wasted breath cascades
Through the meadows.
Buried beneath a powdered
Blanket, not a tuft nor blade
Of grass shivers.
Only the sky shakes,
Only the clouds quiver,
Exhausted by their own sighs.
The snow falls endless
From blue lips
Whose wasted breath cascades
Through the meadows.
Buried beneath a powdered
Blanket, not a tuft nor blade
Of grass shivers.
Only the sky shakes,
Only the clouds quiver,
Exhausted by their own sighs.
He Who Wanders 