Winter
With an ice aye
I'm looking over woods
when winter comes.
Leaves, as bloody tears
are crying an paths.
Lonely, trees are shivering
under a cold sky.
Somewhere, in the mountains
I see a deer pairs
with ice hearts,
but I know that their warmly love
will cross over this cold winter.
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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