Abstract Spirit - Sepulchral Winter


As forgotten people suffer 
In a blooming garden 
I lie paralized 
In that deadly whiteness 
Entwined branches reach for me 
With silent entreaties, 
As my hands they are 
Tied by ruthless frost 
My eyes are wide open 
Watching absence of everything, 
They are used to see darkness 
That light will never disturb 
Forever be my tomb 
The snowdrift without edges 
Forever be my shelter 
From those who left me here.

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