Winter stays,
The change in winds long past,
Sunny days a way of the graves,
Long will these days last.
Thaw beckons,
But as oft as strangers knocked,
Few have mine threshold crossed,
Those they did stay,
In bowels of cold their names lie.
With dreams of spring , I sing;
Till that day my heart and I die.
Emotions do not a cold blade blunt,
A price in blood does this frost take,
All thats left is a name and a fake.
Bound by faith, maimed by love,
Veins in stone does the winter carve,
But in hopes of the thaw I starve.
Winter Stays.
The change in winds long past,
Sunny days a way of the graves,
Long will these days last.
Thaw beckons,
But as oft as strangers knocked,
Few have mine threshold crossed,
Those they did stay,
In bowels of cold their names lie.
With dreams of spring , I sing;
Till that day my heart and I die.
Emotions do not a cold blade blunt,
A price in blood does this frost take,
All thats left is a name and a fake.
Bound by faith, maimed by love,
Veins in stone does the winter carve,
But in hopes of the thaw I starve.
Winter Stays.
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