Seasons Pt Iii
You are a winter day,
The cold is warmth,
And though the sun is far away,
We know that the sky is still blue
And it shines on eternally.
White on the ground,
White for purity,
For I know your soul.
White for bone,
From which you are my support.
White for blankness,
As it is better to restart clean
Than to keep writing on a scribbled page.
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