TO HETA V

Snow falls through the morning,

snow falls through the afternoon,

snow falls through the evening,

snow falls through the night.

Oh, how I yearn to see

your paw prints on the fresh snow!

Oh, how I yearn to see

a path cut by you through the snowbank!

Oh how it tears my mind

not to see your paw prints

on the cold, cold snow...

Oh how it tears my mind

to see the snow untouched

on top of your grave...

04.02.2018