Seasons Rebirth.

I can never grow old
wrapped in my winters deep, deep cold.

The rain, she may be considered beautiful
yet she is flawed, shivering in her dampened gown.

May I ask you all for your considered silence
at least allowing me my quarters  sleep.

I never intend to die drowning
deeper, darker waters:
Will always merge in me.

For am I not; your constant rebirth of all seasons…
Poppy
January 6th 2015 ~xx~
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