Winter Born
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March 20, 2014 at 11:21pm

I was once winter born for three days

I was once static cold

it was a breathtaking beauty

the cold was a dagger to my skin

yet no experience of sweet melancholy ever changes

ashes became lost memories of Desdemona

and the foolish act of madness

was everything real before,or after the storm?

was everything real before the fall of man?

i was once winter born

i was once static cold

a beautiful landscape slipping into shadows

a glance from the beauty of a black tear

i can taste her tears on my lips

they are as wild honey,and black licorice

when i see her eyes

i always feel as if i were absorbed into them

yet i apologize for being poetic

because i"m a wandering leaf without a shadow

i was once winter born

i was once static cold