"A Winter Poem"
I stare outside into the eyes of winter
to the Maiden of wintry cold,
and she stares right back at me!
Straight into my wintry soul.
She stares through to my frailty,
like she knew what it felt like to me!
She stares through all my pretexts,
down to my lustful desire to leave.
To leave and chase my Sun, my Summer,
that Season!, that allowed me to endure
the bad,
the cold,
and those little shards of treason...
Now Winter's eyes have teared
and she's pleading me not to go!
For I'm the only one left with a heart
as cold as her own snow.
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I stare outside into the eyes of winter
to the Maiden of wintry cold,
and she stares right back at me!
Straight into my wintry soul.
She stares through to my frailty,
like she knew what it felt like to me!
She stares through all my pretexts,
down to my lustful desire to leave.
To leave and chase my Sun, my Summer,
that Season!, that allowed me to endure
the bad,
the cold,
and those little shards of treason...
Now Winter's eyes have teared
and she's pleading me not to go!
For I'm the only one left with a heart
as cold as her own snow.
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