samedi, juillet 16, 2005
Winter Smoke
on a dreadful winter morn'
trudging through the barren wastes
leaving footsteps in the snow
The naked branches of the lifeless trees
accompany the lonely trail of prints
whose feet do they belong to?
I believe she has long past now.
A creaky bridge over icy waters
too swift to freeze in the cold
creakily laden with layers of snow
with anonymous footsteps to show
The bridge lies in tattered smoulders
warm smoke smelling fresh in the air
what moves a person to wreck a bridge
in the middle of the winter frost
Fiery must the hate have been
to burn the timbers hence
cruel too the harsh resolve
to will the flame to grow
The footsteps melt in the glowing warmth
I suppose she will not be back again
Farewell and good luck over the other side
May Spring be with you again.
Winter Smoke
I once saw a girl on a path
on a dreadful winter morn'
trudging through the barren wastes
leaving footsteps in the snow
The naked branches of the lifeless trees
accompany the lonely trail of prints
whose feet do they belong to?
I believe she has long past now.
A creaky bridge over icy waters
too swift to freeze in the cold
creakily laden with layers of snow
with anonymous footsteps to show
The bridge lies in tattered smoulders
warm smoke smelling fresh in the air
what moves a person to wreck a bridge
in the middle of the winter frost
Fiery must the hate have been
to burn the timbers hence
cruel too the harsh resolve
to will the flame to grow
The footsteps melt in the glowing warmth
I suppose she will not be back again
Farewell and good luck over the other side
May Spring be with you again.
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