Posted in Creative Writing

Come Winter

Will you sit with me tonight?
I’ll inhale the frozen air,
embrace eternal silence.
I burn with resignation.
The cold will subdue my final passion.
It’s too late now to start over.
Perhaps silence will bring rest.

Stay with me then, come winter,
as I fall asleep.

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