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Mother and son at the closing edges


"I'm still cold, so cold

" my son the winter ends
now feel the change in the air ... "

"but I am cold, too cold"

"yet the cruise trips will turn into the wind and the earth smells
"

"I still feel the chill in my bones "

" but the air is now changed, most
is not so gloomy and misty "

" my heart is still icy, Mom "

" my son, maybe you do not want you to believe
that it is almost spring? "

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Winter

Sharp memories of a lifetime
escaped from the hand of the Reaper
that reduces everything, which erodes
all the time, relentlessly dark
be added to the malaise malaise
time, inesorablle
lost and that everything sucks, so swirling
missed by the Hand of the Creator
and still feel, about yourself, the corners.

desperation drive in a chiasm
hold you and feel the edges.

And that archaic smile, yes
dummy's body kouros, a
time is now reduced in all four corners.