The fragile frost dances in circles,
The stones are split by ice.
My heart has stopped,
The earth ceased to pulse with life.

Bound by ice are the labyrinths,
Of specular woods.
The sharp blades of the trees,
Sparkle as the night sky.

Death lies in the whiteness of the fog,
The sky is overcast and the Sun sleeps.
Cold beams sometimes fall,
And melt in the timelessness of days.

Nights longs as the ages,
The veins of rivers are still.
This land dwells in ice,
There is nothing left here…

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