Elixir of the Soul

A scent of snow, elixir of the soul.
Burning depth appeased by growing cold.
So few, the days of comfort in between.
Landscapes draped with great emotive wonder.
Horizons ever moving further on.
Another peak, the valleys weep
their way between the paths
of god and men.

Sandy shores, the ocean standing guard.
Graceful waves - serene insanity.
Beauty born without their vanity.
Sculpted in an innocence that
never knew a time of growing old.
A scent of snow, elixir of the soul.
Burning depth appeased by growing cold.
So few, the days of comfort in between...

? Michaelette ?

10/11/2003
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