I walk through fields of silent white,
Calling your name in the cold moonlight.
The wind replies in whispers low,
Carrying echoes of days long ago.
Your laughter once danced in the air,
Now only snowflakes linger there.
I chase your footprints in the frost,
A path I follow, though you are lost.

The sky is heavy, the world so still,
Yet in my heart, you linger still.
A touch of warmth in winter’s breath,
A love unbroken, beyond even death.
Though time may fade and seasons turn,
My soul for you will always yearn.
So in the snowfall, soft and bright,
I see you, brother, bathed in light.

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