Ode To My Heart

    Between the sheets
    My heart grew,
    From winter to winter.

    A waterfall
    Of blood sinking stones,
    Getting closer to fire.

    One spring, at the door,
    I will wonder whose heart
    It really is

    As it stops; I can't
    Get there with my hands,
    Nor the honey dying

    Between my fingers.
   
    Dragon winter;
    God arranged this.
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