cold winter fold my wings
my ears long for bird sings
only buzz of winter dashing
wrinkles on my fingers pain
i dream of warmth blowing
all over trees so as plain
nights so quiet to remember
blend with dreams in slumber
some wet my eyelids, flowing
what has happen to my living
i manage to smile, convincing
oh! sprinkle touching my hair
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