Hybernate
Hibernate
The stillness of my winter’s tale
was pondering a fairytale
illusionate a deep desire
of mood’s intent to take it high’r
In the midnight of the season’s tide
preparing for a wintersleep,
will come a time of letting go
To close the doors, and take it slow.
The hollow of the heart remain
Outside my cave, ‘till I refrain
from nerves my strength will I regain
In springtime I will love again...
Copyright © Herman Dormehl | Year Posted 2015
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