So in the melted gaze
The naked forest
Is engraved
The road hacked
With an axe
In the snow
Dazzling-white
From rare crows
The ashy hearth
Of the Sky
The day is dragging
With its
Creviced hoof
Over the forehead
Have you really looked forward
To your vocation
Or at once
Got stuck with your
Dead roots
Into the ice
Pressing the bank’s edge
Against the throat
Or were you still
Behind this desperate
Figure of the forest
Holding tightly
In the palms
The cutting pebbles
Of the fate and what
Has never happened thus
But could’ve
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So in the melted gaze
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