Winter comes

Member since 2004 · Posted 24 Jan 2008 · Edited 24 Jan 2008 · 0 comments

In the dead of winter the sorrow lies within the coldness of life the emptiness embraces us and in the whitest dream that now the crimson sun rises through meadows of woes and frost on trembling leaves in arms of winter winds a greiving melody for such wander it makes him wander to the splenders of reborning at the end of the seasonal funeral

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