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Path to You
I cannot stay here any longer.
The snow is calling.
Walk with me my tender avalanche.
Stale and sick... I need a trail
A forest thick
To reach you.
There be angels in the distance.
This I know...
But in time
I will teach you
Upon arrival.
The reasons
For our survival.
Your tender tears - perfume of Truth...
of Love...
And with an eye towards the clouds
I will speak to the sky.
Then trek forth
Until I find your rain...
Of wonders abound, we know pain
But still we live, my dove...
