Lightheart
Many questions have I parried
lost love despairing hopes so daring
burdens I've carried
mistakes so blaring long though tarried
A flower born from seed through thorn
snow-flake adorn trees misty morn
memory inform past markers torn
flame of candle warm depths which warn
Years have grown child to man enthrone
patch quilt sewn knife sharp hone
white as bone field of stone
cold wind blown there alone
Scent of pines cone frost's mistletoe
soul overflow between nature's show
slow I stroll through snow long ago
nothing I owe west I row
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