Restless and weary,
the clash of fate seems,
like a distant melody of,
melancholy.
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The harmony of perseverance,
reigns supreme,
yet,
we hold patterns,
of whimsical fancy,
upon tired eyes.
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Go now!
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Go in the long winter.
Trust that oblivion will hold,
any strong will to the end.
I only wish?
No, we respond.
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I only pray,
that each breath,
resets your suffering,
to pass with the swift air,
of a cool summer breeze.
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Laughter!
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Loud and boisterous,
challenges those who,
make light,
of the long winter.
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The chill of a town,
buries those who seek only,
a meal.
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Rise,
Grow,
Rush.
Pain.
Heal.
Don't carry the burden for long,
remember the long, pale,
wood,
for what it is;
build with it,
heat with it,
live with it.
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And let the long winter,
be gone into,
a peaceful remedy,
of songs sung, and dreams of tomorrow.
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Above
Maybe the wind,
it could have blown,
a gale so strong and true.
A happenstance,
of second chance,
a decision for me not you.
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Was not the call,
the color rare,
that left us to be alone.
The sun did shine,
upon my time,
and made this life,
so bare.
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Peace at last,
the clouds did form,
upon a fateful day.
From near below,
the earth did shake,
as if the Gods could say!
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Give us not,
a chance my friends,
for loss of parental love.
We never share,
a waking sound;
only sorrow from above.
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Can you hear us?

Published 16th January, 2022.