Will I soon find
The part of me
Unknown left behind?
Is it somewhere here
Beneath this snow?
Did it jump on the powder
And sink down below?
The winter blanket,
Though cold to be felt,
Is warmer than sunshine
Strong until melt
Above snow it's frozen
And crisp to the breath
I'd rather be buried
As the me that I left
Are you warm, there, dear captive?
Are you comfortable, too?
Do you fear that this sinner
Have moved on from you?
This whiteness has covered
My thoughts and my class
I'll have it back only
If this winter would pass
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