2 September 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 3
Between Snow and Memory
From the scales of illusion, this love survives.
The rains come, the grass grows.
Snows bury, memory stokes
The smoke of myth, the bird of tongues.
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2 September 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 3
From the scales of illusion, this love survives.
The rains come, the grass grows.
Snows bury, memory stokes
The smoke of myth, the bird of tongues.