evergreen branch

carefully, she comes to greet me

oh lady, in your dress–

there is a sword in your hand

there is a sword I do not want.

my breath sends up clouds

into the sky

I cannot save your world.

I cannot save you–

it is too cold,

forever

too

cold.

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