Silence, let the silent people be silent
Extinguished by yesterday's fire, I dreamed of burning again with the help of the glacier. The rustling wind pushed the silent me. I longed to burn. My life longed to burn. But the ice and snow surrounded me. The cold pressed step by step towards the ideal. Only a faint flame was left. The wind talked to me. No one expected your heat to touch your imprisoned soul. If I burn out in winter, please call me on the next windy and snowy morning.
Intention: be