The air is cold, the clouds shed gentle snow,
in blue shadows crystal sparkles gusty blow.
Hold on now! For the spring is coming soon,
the balmy air proceeds from next wolf moon.
The wisdom of the world is layers deep.
To let go now! To rest forever sleep.
So small and bowed, and knelt on icy land, 
but reaching up here is a small frail hand.
Was touched with the warmth of that, contact made.
Watch a rose bloom, could have. If you'd stayed.
But clouds came over bleak and dark so no.
A last goodbye, and then you had to go.

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