Posted: May 5, 2017 by phoebed1 in PhoebeD, Uncategorized

Despair reigns over the humanly body,

placed delicately over the raging fire —

broken, bruised, and beaten —

streaks of light break.

 

A winter morn has begun.

 

 

As death approaches,

chanting wind switches show in the air.

Through a peaceful sky,

horror strikes —

leaving winter to be the cause of the first light.

 

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