Winter Clings
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Winter clings to my aching bones:
sending chills running down my spine.
Searching for any sign of Spring,
my heart hungers for a warm breeze.
Sending chills running down my spine,
Winter's a season to survive.
My heart hungers for a warm breeze,
inhaling Winter's freezing breath.
Winter's a season to survive,
instincts honed to a razor's edge.
Inhaling Winter's freezing breath;
Winter's kiss oft tastes bittersweet.
Instincts honed to a razor's edge:
my emotions become extreme.
Winter's kiss oft tastes bittersweet,
as Her frozen lips numb my heart.
My emotions become extreme,
Winter's stay is crushing my hopes.
As Her frozen lips numb my heart,
pursuing dreams that never were.
Winter's stay is crushing my hopes,
searching for any sign of Spring.
Pursuing dreams that never were,
Winter clings to my aching bones.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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