Whispers in the snow

Her voice like frost on the branches—still.
Soft as the breath of the evening chill.
He answers low, like the hum of the pine.
Two voices meet where the stars align.

Whispers in the snow—
Falling,
Falling.
Where do we go?
The night keeps calling.
Questions unanswered,
Hearts unfold.
Lost in the cold,
But holding,
Holding.

The shadows stretch as the fire burns down.
He speaks of dreams in a far-off town.
She shakes her head, her hands in the air:
"I'm rooted here; you're the wind out there."

The snow keeps falling—
No sound but the calling.

Whispers in the snow—
Falling,
Falling.
Where do we go?
The night keeps calling.
Questions unanswered,
Hearts unfold.
Lost in the cold,
But holding,
Holding.

The flute cries out—
A tear in the night.
The piano swells—
A flicker of light.

"I need you here
Like the frost needs dawn,
But my feet move on…
…My feet move on."

Whispers in the snow—
Falling,
Falling.
Where do we go?
The night keeps calling.
Questions unanswered,
Hearts unfold.
Lost in the cold,
But holding,
Holding.

Whispers in the snow—
Falling,
Falling.
Where do we go?
The night keeps calling.
Questions unanswered,
Hearts unfold.
Lost in the cold,
But holding,
Holding.

Hearts unfold,
Lost in the cold,
But holding,
Holding.

But holding,
Holding.

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