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Feb 2014
I'm in a southern air
Wrapped in winter's shame
Leaves fall on an absence
That can't be replaced.
However long this winter's gaze may be,
I feel this fire inside.
I am a smoldering stone
Rolling to the next shady spot
Praying for some release;
Some cool breeze to take me away.
The scorching heat grows and pushes me closer to the sun.
With no chance of relief,
The only tree for me,
cut down,
Decays in my memory
Just as cold and dead
As the seasons to be.
Written by
allye  Salt Lake City
(Salt Lake City)   
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