it is the falling snow
the season of cold,
early darkness, the quiet
quiet endings of days
i cannot sing to you,
my heart has no sound
but echo from within.
you are without arms
to hold me near,
but i have mine
they moved
around me,
keep me warm.
faith keeps me alive.
hope made me talk,
gave courage and joy.
i reached out of me
growing wings,
i will keep them
in case you need them.
you said, you think,
enough.
i didn't hear.
afraid of translation
one cannot say
nor even do
the simplest thing.
silence is the answer.
it is the falling snow,
the season of inside,
of white silence
and faith in spring
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