Do not beg the winter's tongue,
for warmth in frost was never sung.
A cracked earth holds no verdant plea, nor blooms arise from lifeless sea.
To stone, no pulse will ever tether,
where silence binds like stormless weather.
Seek not love where love wonot dwell, for hearts of stone have naught to tell.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Do not beg the winter's tongue,
for warmth in frost was never sung.
A cracked earth holds no verdant plea, nor blooms arise from lifeless sea.
To stone, no pulse will ever tether,
where silence binds like stormless weather.
Seek not love where love wonot dwell, for hearts of stone have naught to tell.
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