Winter time has a hold on me.
From the frozen cherry tree.
Whose love I knew was free.
To warm breezes but, not me.
Time promised me a spring bride.
From winter's melting towers stride.
Whose warmth towards me never shied.
Until Fall came forth chilling my bride.
Have the world's leaves turned?
From the sun's rays the green burned.
Whose embers heat I had learned.
Could the sun forgive my heart?
for turning?
From stride to stumble
as the leaves under me
crumbled.
I asked her to hold me
but, winter came
and froze me.
So now when snow falls
I become one with the ground
hoping that beautiful sound
is you.
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