Died with the Wind

She came and went like spring
Lighting up the villages in my soul

Angels were born from the darkness of chasms
Infants born in still waters were death bathed

She was covered in winter’s tears
And she rose, that child of love
To become woman of passion

But her passion outgrew her
And she died because she could no longer love
She didn’t have the key to enter the city of life

The eyes of my soul
Became obsolete in the infinite darkness
And my lands
Chilled by winter fell into deep sleep


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