Winters Love
Oh I can sense you, can tasteyou in the air Yoursweet scent lingering in my senses The days shorten in preparation The nights extended to holdyour cold embrace Oh Goddess of Rain, I await your chilled fingers The feel of your splendour through my hair And the taste of your tears on my tongue Like the Earth; hungry for your nectar
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Bakr
Would the old me like the me I have become? I wonder if he would have been my friend Would he see me, then turn around and run? Knowing that me is how he would be in the end
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