I can hear the distant silence
In the darkened forest, snow
is falling; falling.
Winter fast approaches, it is here,
Are you somewhere softly crying,
a tear; a tear?
All the love we shared is over,
it is gone; gone.
Sorrow heavy on my shoulder
lingers on; on.
Soft white silence settles slowly
on the ground; around.
Beckoning to slumber golden,
not a sound; no sound.
Love’s a dream that ends in waking,
or in sleep; sleep.
In soft arms my heart is breaking,
yours to keep, to keep.
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