Like the softening of snow in the spring,
the gentle snapping of brittle string,
delicate are the notes the violin sings,
ancient are the ice-capped mountains,
grace-ful as the Eagle's grey feathers,
drizzling like the winter's weather.

Like a touch that echoes corridors
of an abandoned hospital ward,
rumbling belly of the lost explorer,
blood stained jacket of an officer,
sweet seeping of a ****** river
flashy lightning before the thunder.