T. Korbut - White verse

Made of cold and snow,
Made of moonlight dim,
Through the fields you go,
With a mighty gleam
In your look, and now
Time might stop, and you
Will recall somehow
Days of solemn dew.

*This is a derivative poem written by me based on the aforenamed work.


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