In soft, velvet gloves
winter taps at my door,
as gently her tears
tell me it's time.
Drawn into the hypnotic
rhythm of her sighs,
I lock my treasure chest of memories
preparing for my journey.
The suddenly with force,
her touch beats like a drum roll,
as thunderous clamour
breaks this trance I befell.
As lilting snowflakes
perpetrate her assault,
my spiritual embers
slowly reignite.
With increased clarity
I know time is still on my side
and I cast aside her chill of death,
unlocking this souls door
for suns warmth.
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