Twinkle toes of the mountain frost
to make boldly in the land of lost.
to where thy heart lays a dorment mist
to a land of the midnight kiss.
of all summer blosoom of a heart wrenced stone
to a land where once i called home.
of all things of independent stew
to see another point of view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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