The angelic whisper of a burning tree
and how it calls out to be with me
free from fire in its core
the rooted heart will dance once more
The icy wind will blow some tears
carrying kisses, love and sorrow
to land upon your cold cold cheek
A clear voice howls through the night
a bitter moon in night so bright
the wolves are haunting through the woods
within them all a hunger broods
The carried tears bear all their gifts
creeping gently and softly under skin
and make their way to your deep red
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