the snow nymph descends with the snowstorm
in a flurry so icy-sharp fine
her light robes whip round her thin form,
her face is enchanted, crystalline.
But oh! she sees the men working
Oh, she sees what they do through the years;
she can't stop their chopping and irking:
down her sweet face roll the cold tears.
I love that picture ...
I love this picture too.
Her eyes are so sad
so deep and in despair
Her hair is darkening
just like her mood
His face has appeared
it wont be long now
Her light whispy hair
a reminder of who she was
She sheds one last tear
before he takes her over
I'm not completely sure I like the wording at the end. If anyone has suggestions/comments please let me know.
I am blue because of the loss of you.... I am blue because of the emptiness I feel... and I am blue because all I have now are your memories...
even the fair ones...cry for us