December Rain
Walking in December rain,
I see the days as if they were,
nothing more than strands of gold,
precious yet nothing more.
my life explored,
my mind ablaze,
the weather change,
it chills my bones,
it calms my heart,
it stops my heart,
put snow upon my grave.
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