Cold Earth by Ethel RossPoets of ourselves vanish soundlessly,snowflakes of death turn in stillnessthe old ones of death vanish before dawnMemories of..
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Dark Inside by Ethel RossAmong the shadows of discord the young ones whisper,The trees of life dripping with blood-stained dewOh, that one ghostly gas..