Gentle ice…
When winter comes, I’ll sleep under the snow
A coat of ice will keep me warm inside,
My frozen skin will keep me safe at night,
so I can dream in peace of sunny times.
I shall not move,
My eyes I shall not open,
I’ll wait until the ice melts gently
under the rays of warm sunlight.
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