From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.
From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.
From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.
As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.
For now she is free.
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Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…
I search amongst the trees.
Hollow voices, rusting chimes
haunt my thoughts beneath.
Shadows bared by waters of black
reveal a conscience frayed.
Silken hope, luminous,
I depart to its embrace.
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