The sea in a shell
A wish in a well
Fortune on a string
Promise in a ring
The dead leaves fall
Despite it all
There’s but one way
On this winters day

One foot in the grave
Nothing to be saved
Naked winter trees
Sing their eulogies
For the remanence
Of that which once was
Stolen by the breeze all our golden leaves

Tumbling down
Oh so many
Dancing branches
Seem so empty
Sometimes histories
Leave no trance
All that’s left is
Empty space


Winter Nationale

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