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Ice
Her cold fingers slowly pierce my freezing skin,
Yet I find to my surprise that I am not bleeding,
Although my eyes are close to crying, thoughts can hurt within.
The fingers of the wind are hers, so cold but yet so pure.
And she whispers to me, asking, asking.
As I gaze out, staring, staring, out into the night, unsure.
So alone again I stand outside this bleak and ancient mound,
And how I wish and hope and pray that you be here tonight,
To see this rare and pleasant sight with oh such beauty all around.
And only the amber glare, the sodium stare, from the village far below,
Could mar the perfect, starlit blue and blackened night,
With a moon so very bright to set the hills and stones aglow.
To see the smile upon your face would be heaven in itself,
In a world so full of hurt and hate and desperation pains,
Where oh so much in hell remains, there you could never dwell.
So take me in your arms tonight as I would do to you,
And hold on tight and never fight and love and live forever,
So come to me and never sever the bond that brings us through.
Copyright J.Hill (Subz / spiralDancer)
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