Within the snow
Frozen in the mist
Your eyes will glow
For eons to list
In silence and woe
From toe to finger
The wind will blow
Upon your linger
Alas,
I told you to flee
But, fool, you did not go
So here we’ll stay
Beholding the flow
As we decay
And
Before you know
We’ll wither away.
Caio Bio Mello
18/12/2021
