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The wind has struck again…
And with it my sorrows begin…
I lift my hands asking …. Pleading ….
Winter has arrived…
Return to me my warmth …
For a reason I know not, it overwhelms me with tenderness…
Tenderness you neglected to give me
Its supreme nocturnal thoughts surround me…
In the heart of the malignant battlefield, I exist with thee
So I climb the towers and bridges of my imagination
And from the highest peak…
I gaze upon you from its beautiful terrace
Alas, for how far gone, how unyielding you seem
Feigned by the storm of your icy fists
Winter has arrived
Return to me my… warmth
That I disowned to give to you…
In hope to walk a line in your dreams…
But your dream is to perish me…
With your volcanic gaze at me…
And I become a blizzard to resist your arrow of flames
But our encounter bores a bad omen to give us…
Rain and sleet are panels in my mind
But I reap a fruit warm and pure in kind
So if you please I say this with an open heart…
Return to me my… warmth
For someone has arrived who enables me to feel my winter again...
I scattered my fragrant red rose petals around you, in hope you'd envision the exquisite contrast with the white winter snow.
