Winter is but the brink of something new
In the cold silence of the ice melting
Where the wind spends its time mostly asleep
There is an absence of the drip of dew
That only exists in the space 'tween time
Th'only moment when we can truly weep
After we meet the one person called You
The infinite pause that defies it all
Beneath the lake surface of the dark deep
Swims the only being to be sound and true
It arrives with the coming spring, rebirth
Only in its arms might we find true sleep.
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