A valley covered in snow
reveals the skin of the unknown
a rose bent to the ground
wounds this flesh and makes it shout.
And how would you not hurt
over this forfeited love?
that stings with mghty horror
and heals with slow regrets.
So linger on the ice
be thankful for the thorn
enjoy this precious moment
of foolish stolen hope.
Collect the shreds of anger
release your wildest fears
and keep inside your memory
the death of this embrace.
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