Winter soul
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the winter in my soul
never been thawed
by the hopeless
sunshine
golden rays cleaves
through my window
not touching my cold skin
or my colder soul
icy fingers poke through
my bones
pilfering the remains
of my humanity
nights turn over,
yet again
full of meaningless
masked in meanings
and I lay in heaps
of yesterdays memories
never catching the glimpse
of light in this darkness
you close your heart
and eyes - &
stay blessedly
BLIND
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