Damp and cold yields today,

My breath a misty blur,

Soon arrives the  promised grey,

To make the hearth smoke and hiss.

The waves crash and splatter,

Against the unmoving rocks,

Just like a very resolute will,

Against a treasure trove of memories.

The glow from a flawless ice,

Burnt in hope’s eternal flame,

Made to be lost to darkness’s hunger,

As was heaven for your days.

Clouds may clear, storms may pass,

Days will turn into years apart,

The frozen blaze nor blades of grass,

Until I reach you can never thaw.


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