The Coming Winter Brings a Curious Chill
The coming winter brings a curious chill
For one there is no season here as such
Perhaps the reason why the days be ill
The one that warms my heart I miss so much
You ask me how I do so horribly well
In winter cold as death that burns within
Perhaps because her memories still they tell
The warm embrace remains where it has been
Sometimes I wish the hours and times may freeze
That I could keep and later on to spend
With precious ones whose days are at the least
Whom I may lend or give towards the end
The snow and ice though pure and white do melt
Such tears of love before I never felt
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