i am drawn to water
to stone rising above
my winter rimes here
gone to crow to feather
myself in shimmer & kohl
a turn to the north
to the water to flow
this slipping at moor winds
could you ever hear?
i am drawn to water
to stone rising above
my winter rimes here
gone to crow to feather
myself in shimmer & kohl
a turn to the north
to the water to flow
this slipping at moor winds
could you ever hear?
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