the heart of snow <br />is a mirror whitened <br />by hands that know <br />a surface enlightened <br /> <br />the heart of snow <br />a feeble beat of time <br />of things that grow <br />in seeds of fragile rhymes <br /> <br />the heart of snow <br />bleeds the blood of white <br />for a lamb that knows <br />the edges of the light <br /> <br />the heart of snow <br />landscapes hurt the heart <br />in a death that blows <br />a flake's graceful art <br /> <br />the heart of snow <br />do not ever touch <br />up you will grow <br />and still know too much<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-of-snow/
