A year that passes left with questions gone;
the shadows should be all let out and known.
They hide the subtle words in lessons strong;
while flowers hidden sprout in layered snow.
The fate of habit gives the fear of chase,
now follow heartless paths to find the cure.
To reach the apex found in spectral place,
the face of maidens lost and not so pure.
I heard the sound of screeching foul voices
a second after songs would sound unique.
The questions left me solid all the choices:
To jump right in where heights are known as steep.
For beauty found me leaving dawn so clear,
the answers sought will come to me appeared.
