The words written on the image are my own prose:
Connections may become crossed, even lost,
but I will sense you from far away.
Your heart still sings to me here on this distant perch,
where there is no other sound to guide me
but the snow that whispers clues
and the echo of your song,
showing me the way
back to myself.
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