Broken Winter's Poem

Left in this garden
Bereft of life ’neath this snow
Lone, near dead myself

Mine anger burns bright
Against the season’s harsh chill
Warmer than sorrow

Woody cathedral
Towering majestically
Above what pains us so

Here I leave my love
For to comfort the soul-less
Ere she drag me down

Gone is gone is gone
In the passing comes the dawn
Of bitter knowing

Ascend past the past
Lift above sorrow and care
Future’s promise sweet

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