Soft white snowflakes descending
Land upon your nose
Awaken the sleeping birds
Leafless trees expose their frame
Bare and obvious
The protection has vanished
A crisp clear-cut cold night
Many sparkling stars
Wishes will come true for all
Flames from the winter fire
Reflect in their eyes
A burning passion is born
Crystal cobalt skies above
Not a bird in sight
The stark solitude of cold
A lucid path of red leaves
The moon as the guide
Follow and trust your guidance
Rains down pouring overhead
Saturate the earth
Time to plant new seeds of life
Cheeks of rosy red berries
Siberian winds
Chill the circulating blood
Snow covered forest flooring
No trail to walk
Cries from the little lost fawn
Silence and crackling twigs
Dried out old branches
Forty five degree fires
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