winter left its spirit
on the streets of my soul
in that there were never enough
hours where I could let myself
off the hook for awhile
and I could never look for too long
the fear had its cold fingers in me
and I could never hunt for some solace
pushing against the darkness
is how I get my kicks
and free my spirit.
Winter left
and cast its name
skyward
horns blow
trees grow,
my subtle tide
breaks on the
Shores of Eden.
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