The white city

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Snow is always a feast
into this wood I would live in
I can see my footprint
over all these sacred hills
and when I feel so weak
I can come here
and I can breath

I am now entering
in the new month of February
nothing now seems complete
but I walk on to make it
and when I feel nothing
a candle I lit
for Brigit

I see the white city 
in the sky of this evening 
Imbolc will be rhythm 
of the night 

Look at the white fields
they seem to go to marry
the Land that's waiting
to give us her new gifts
try to look beneath
yourself under the greed
to rebirth

I see the white city 
in the sky 
of this evening 
Imbolc will be rhythm 
of the night