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Snow

the leaf has grown old
the bunkers glow
the child hides in the drifts of snow

the branches my blanket
my burrows glow
the groan is calmness under snow

and you sleep alone
the weight has grown
you volcanoes died
while we are still alive

soon
you'll leave us on our own
three seasons far from home

and we cry pearls to mark the trace
one frozen tear a step to grace

the child is tired
the evenings glow
one last detour leads through the snow

back in the harbor i call home
the child i am
the child has grown