Though the wind blows cold,
And the eddying frozen tears of man,
Fall all around you now,
Still your gentle face looks down,
And prays us hope.
Mankind's quiet time has come,
Fear and pain has chilled to bone,
Yet deep inside blooms warmth,
As you still sit looking down.
http://batart.bravepages.com/snowangel.jpg
(in case the image doesnt work heres the url direct to it
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