Lost Recording

A stormy blizzard that reap such life,

Bringing the land in frozen strife.

Not a soul but a monster from dark,

Can truly find his valiant mark.

And though the land in whiten snow,

He meets a fair as bright as glow.

He search through mountain, over and back,

To find a rose as gift to track.

 

Link: Lost Recording

 

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