ashes and snow
drifting in soft and low,
falling ever so end over end
drawn over the foreground,
clouded, my vision ascends
sheltered young background
o comfort and warmth we pretend,
cold memory and i, we descend
whirled in wind, o swept on down in
silence, deep abides it and i
am mute, gaze up from below
thru vanes glazed and ground
glass, frosted and smeared o you see
behind this clear ice, like unto me.
whither thee, o sleep my friend?
whither thee?
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