Breath of Winter's Frost

Breath of Winters Frost

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Dark Poetry
This day the fabled rose

Of love does not seem to shine
This day the hours pass slowly
Like an old eremite, on his way
To the moss of the graveyard

This day the fabled rose
Of love does not cover me
With its endless scents
Of warmth and passion,
Or with the poetry of life

This day is cold, this day
The wind blows through the ache
Of my bones - and I am lost
As a wind chime tinkles
In the breath of a winter's frost.

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