Storms of Winter leave an aftermath of silence When one can hear only the breathing of the land The mountain stands above all also silent Demanding nothing to be said Voices are lost in the wind never to reach my tired ears Not one demand stifles this season when she wants quiet! Thoughts are lost in the wind never to reach my tired mind Not one idea can brighten this season when she wants darkness! Let the snow fall! I crave its silence! Voices are lost forever to the wind never to reach my tired ears again!
tired, reach, wind, season, lost