A weightless breath has not disturbed the frosty air..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants A weightless breath has not disturbed the frosty air. /
Sad freedom plaguing me, I see me rise up there /
With cold soft hymns. I want me lost, ev...
The drifting smoke was melting in the frosty air..., by Rupert Moreton The drifting smoke was melting in the frosty air, /
And I, oppressed by freedom’s sadness, lingering there, /
Wished only to ascend to cold and qu...