leaves blown back to encircle a passing figure
a possibility arises to end this that has been overlooked for so long..
leaves blown back
wind blows black
visions turn internal as projected fears
are realized
and born to razor winters arms
I have been surprised
but this lasting battle is in fact....passing
melting as the power and hold of razor winter
is conquered
fire stolen
or given away happily
I forget
where are you?
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