Frozen At Night
violent bristles of the tree
equal to my hearts state,
rattling,with images of she
how can one accomodate .
it seems absurd to rearrange,
ones palace of boundless love.
to make any simplistic change
causes crying like of a dove.
seasons always shift too late
always like ones personality,
a palace door that locks its gate ,
as ours to theirs open casually.
new beginnings arent at ease
always something to be apeased,
So let it surely be another good night.
For my angel that places me in misery.
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