To you I flock, of whom I know, for meeting you brings powder-soft snow. Of you, I ask, shall you turn me to stone, for if I wrong, I can't trust your tone. With you I stay, happy and light, where without you I fall, without you brings night.
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
