Cold Mountain Ice
Cold Mountain's calling
Winter days die young
Cold rain is falling
Black cloak has been flung
Carve my face
upon Cold Mountain's ice.
Chisel a trace
of a smile around my eyes.
Cut hard lines
deeply soft beside my mouth.
Send my heart
on a slow boat headed south.
Cold Mountain beckons
I'll be there too soon
Cold river reckons
Cold rain hides the moon
3Feb14
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