Dream Note n.3 – Fryderyk

In February the feathers fall, again your face is there.

Mist thicker than snow, my heart sinks in the air.

I wake in alarm from fears, twice my morning tears. 

See not my forest so bleak, a silently dreadful nightmare.

Sorrows from fears I find, not of any mortal danger. Of

you my dreams unwind yet, how that immortal coldness lingers.

Orpheus betrayed my darkness, the sun cannot dissolve my pain.

Untamed my spirit in songs, a bell tower, a crane.

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