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Winter comes, Winter goes
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Winter comes, Winter goes
Winter comes,
Winter goes;
Grey, blue, white,
Snow, mist, ice.
The dead now walk,
The life now die;
Frozen hearts, ice-bound souls,
Cry icy tears for all that's lost.
Inside our minds,
however,
is where lives our fire,
forever,
Where our hopes survive,
where the imagination lies,
where dreams and love and beauty and Spring and light,
are born, are fed, and give us strength to stay and fight.
The frost must melt,
the ice must crack;
'Cause Winter comes,
But always goes.
Winter comes,
Winter goes;
Grey, blue, white,
Snow, mist, ice.
The dead now walk,
The life now die;
Frozen hearts, ice-bound souls,
Cry icy tears for all that's lost.
Inside our minds,
however,
is where lives our fire,
forever,
Where our hopes survive,
where the imagination lies,
where dreams and love and beauty and Spring and light,
are born, are fed, and give us strength to stay and fight.
The frost must melt,
the ice must crack;
'Cause Winter comes,
But always goes.
Hacía unos cuantos meses que no colgaba nada, y no será por falta de poemas ya escritos. Será pereza, en parte; falta de tiempo, de otra.
En cualquier caso, he de continuar Cuento de Hadas.
Sobre el Invierno, para mi camarada Tejepalabras lugrix: las estaciones siempre cambian, sea invierno en los campos nevados o en las mentes congeladas. Simplemente a veces el hielo tarda más en derretir.
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It's been a few months since I uploaded something, even when I'm plenty of previously written poems. It might be sloth, on one side; it might be too little time, on the other.
Anyway, I have to continue Fairytale.
About Winter, for my Wordweaver comrade lugrix: seasons always change, be it Winter on the snowy fields or in the frozen minds. It's simply that sometimes ice melts later.
En cualquier caso, he de continuar Cuento de Hadas.
Sobre el Invierno, para mi camarada Tejepalabras lugrix: las estaciones siempre cambian, sea invierno en los campos nevados o en las mentes congeladas. Simplemente a veces el hielo tarda más en derretir.
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It's been a few months since I uploaded something, even when I'm plenty of previously written poems. It might be sloth, on one side; it might be too little time, on the other.
Anyway, I have to continue Fairytale.
About Winter, for my Wordweaver comrade lugrix: seasons always change, be it Winter on the snowy fields or in the frozen minds. It's simply that sometimes ice melts later.
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Oh! Vaya, muchas gracias por la dedicatoria... y grande el poema, irá directo a mi grimorio de inspiración 
Quizás las capas de hielo se resquebraje realmente en las mentes de la humanidad y la Estel regrese de nuevo....
P.D: ganas dan ya de que Cuento de Hadas continúe
Quizás las capas de hielo se resquebraje realmente en las mentes de la humanidad y la Estel regrese de nuevo....
P.D: ganas dan ya de que Cuento de Hadas continúe