Along the edge of winter
A tale is spun to praise him.
It grows with gestures
Pleading with heaven to
Make the path straight.
Then rocks are shown as
Flying boulders, with this
The recipe of life is won.
Beating down the devils
Can beam light on loveliness.
The edge of winter has a role
To play in this microscopic
World offered by ones who know.
The winter of heaven is snow
And this angelic goal shall
Beam with light that divinely shows
A knowledge of wisdom,
A wise fact is won.
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