If Winter Comes


If Winter comes

And I’m not here

Fear the wind hums

Without shadow or sun

does cheer

 

May the snow fall like ash

Brush off into ones clothes

And bear mark like a rash

While smelling still roses

 

If Winter Comes

And I’m not here

Fear the wind hums

For my return

Galloping like raw steer

 

Should the air stifle hyenas

Divided they will fall

Victorious roars from the arenas

Distinguishable mating call

 

Flowing blood on silk pajamas

Lust taken with a twist

Like relaxing in Bahamas

Dignity stolen with a fist

 

If Winter Comes

And I’m not here

Fear the wind hums

I am still near

 

 

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