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In the dead of

the winter of my soul

I stand alone & bare

amidst glorious mountains

capped with glowing ice

as cold and as hard as

your seemingly unfeeling

heart

wanting so much to be able

to see beauty

without having to feel

its unintentional bitterness

the winds of my worries

howl relentlessly

whipping around

the fresh fallen powdered

snows of your existance



It is at this very moment

that I am

blinded, cold, & bitter

yet, I stick out my thirsty tongue

like a compass to guide

to once again find

and

let your memory

permeate quickly

into my wholeness

I can still feel the chill

C   R   E   E   P   I   N   G  

attempting to numb my spirit

but just like the rays of the sun

my heart remains warmed

COME

let

ME

cloak you with the purity of

my coat of infinite embrace

I assure you

its loveneverending and comfortdivine

will melt you

SUBCONSCIOUS SNOWMAN

and

all your unapparent reasons

for despair