“I won’t come back,” –
I used to tell her
And the mist
Would drink my foolish words,
The wind would send them reeling…
I’d sacrifice,
I’d pay whatever price it takes
To save our magic days
And leave behind my reckless freedom…
Among the white and snowy drifts
Don’t lose
That one
And sacred love
The eerie cold
Of silent winter – foreign to my heart,
The cold burns my soul,
We cannot stand each other…
My battle song –
It calls in vain, for I’m so far…
My bright and crazy guiding star
Is spinning me but father
Refrain
The clouds rain
With silver glimmer of the moon,
And it
Reflects a medley of revolving towns,
And I…
Her name I whisper faintly…
Refrain
Silver Fog
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2023
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