the winter sprigs
turn cold and blue
purple with night flowers-
the sunless days when i was close to you
turned into midnight hours
the blue the jade of evergreen
remind me of the yearning-
the wanting
wondering
waiting
longing
hoping for beginning.
Only those with tender cloaks and steel inside their pockets,
can tell You to move forward-
intrepidly against the pain
and cold december orchids
Yes,
time passes, but cannot erase
the broken of the hearted-
i tumble, stumble, abashed, i crash
amongst the dearly parted.
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