Re-Birth

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

The rains, you may consider them beautiful
yet know they are flawed,
shivering exposed
in their deadened gown.

Therefore I ask you, one and all
for your reasoned hush
allowing me my quarters sleep.

Never was it my intention
to die drowning –
deeper, darker substance:
shall always rise in me.

For am I not –
your ceaseless rebirth
of all seasons…

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