In the deep silence of
Dark night of snowy white mountains,
A lone figure moves through
The moonlight- refleted and scattered
-all around.
The air biting, cruel and thin,
His breath swalloyed by mountain's chill.

The Moon, pale and distant, weeps
Watching the fading footsteps,
While he wandering like a shadow
Tracing the curves of icy ridges
Unravelling the thoughts like loose threads.

Once there was fire,...