ᴵ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵉᵐ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ʸᵉᵃʳ * ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵇⁱʳᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ˢᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʰᵉʳ ↓ (ⁱˡᵒᵐⁱˡᵒ ᵇʸ ᴮⁱˡˡⁱᵉ ᴱⁱˡⁱˢʰ) ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉᵗᵗʸ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ
ᴮᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ In winter, she came with the breath of air, Her seams and folds of feathers Swirled and shifted, I heard her cry and birdsong When she came again, I whispered to her, And my last word broke free, Then when the first spires of sun limn the sky, It’s so beautiful and painful to watch, It’ s so hard to live Without you My heart is caged, The sun is dy!ng, And I shall never mend, When the world spears past, And my head of coils is hoary and white-tipped, The song of the souls lingers, And the feathers of old and young and frost-tipped tufts Lay forevermore buried, buried in the ground, And she never comes back again.
