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who are you?
This song, usually tranquil,
Bounces off of blank walls
Sliding in one ear and out the other
Echoing in the solitude
The once peaceful sounds seem fake and hollow.
The singer speaks of winter, of fading
Every time I see the glory of autumn
The wind furiously snatches the color
and turns the vibrant shades to ice
Stealing all signs of life.
A harsh kind of winter, with blizzards
Images of sharing a warm fire,
a source of life, with you
Have frozen and morphed into
a polaroid nailed to my brain
of an empty cabin
in the snow.
