Land of Snow and Song :0
A dancing melody of sweet ice
Unique in its very being!
Such lovely patterns, such peaceful song.
Sing now, sing now of hope and grace,
but do not follow by such
purity?
Or impurity that is made light of now.
For reflections deep within the acres stretching
And a sour note does stain such graceful compositions.
Too sharp and flat does the plane go on, forever in harmonious beating flurries.
Cold beauty,
to fear or adore?











