She’s Winter's diamond,
A snow-caged soul,
Like January’s snowdrop,
Comes weeping low
Her tears of frost
Ignite the road
A saintly ghost
With a touch so cold
A frostbitten angel,
Numb of pain
A bloodless canvas,
Forged in vain
Yet—
As simple as water,
Guised in eminence
Beneath the gale,
A child's innocence
Ignite the ground,
She will fade
Into oceans of ice,
Once a frozen jade
Gaze upon,
You will see
A reflection of her,
A tragedy.

It feels as if truly
nothing fills me with joy
that my soul reaches for

So I simply long for a little rest,
a silence that understands me

At the same time, the awareness
is growing, you know… I am also
lovingly aware of it, somewhere
I feel the love and the inner peace

Very gently I think that what I long for
might only be found in the silence,
leaving it all feels like violence
of what we all call to be named death

With all my heart I then feel deeply sad

I don’t want to leave behind pain
for tomorrow, no sorrow for my family
or no more grieve towards my friends