I lie down in an icy river
with my soft frozen tears
there is a wall of strong glaciers
sealed my soul in fears
Dead dried falling leaves
blew by this passed years
this wretched heart my broken piece
is a product of my dying wish
A sweet scent of gentle mist
from a breast of a new born leaf
calm me in my restless breath
cast upon me your deep sleep
Warm sun shines upon my wings
to pour down its tender bliss
and if all of these will cease
I will remain cause you exist
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