it’s winter but the wind is warm
like a giant’s hearth breathing
where is the forest’s ghost white shroud
where are the grand glaciers of old
when was the last time you heard the raven cry
when was the last time you saw the mirror smile
change is but a turning of tides
the lazy sky yawns and stretches
though swaddled in blankets of cloud
not even the rain shall fall
not even the earth shall swallow
when was the last time you heard the raven cry
when was the last time you saw the mirror smile
change is but a turning of tides
the trees slumber in dreams so fey
where the woodcutter loses his axe
dull all meaning with the seasons
dull the blade of understanding
when was the last time you heard the raven cry
when was the last time you saw the mirror smile
change is but a turning of tides
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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