Convincing myself
there is comfort in the
cold.
Lonely limbs still
longingly reach out
for more
Empty, but not gone,
existing in a
barren environment,
The breath I
breathe
brings no warmth,
but frigid and icy.
One
small and gentle
whispers a song of
better days,
reminding of
strength
long blocked out.
Caring enough to
break the cold
exterior
of my shell,
seeking shelter
through my weakness and
majestic moments.
My friend,
I hear your
harmony;
love melts my
resolve
Wrap yourself in my
protection,
stay near to
share my time.
A song
created in unison
brightening the dreary days.
Listen
to the melody,
carried by whistling wind,
of dissolution of
walls.
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