Winter winds can fan the embers, bitter cold can
Kill the flame.
I’ve seen the spark of life within us, I’ve watched
From the distance a violent blaze
Never have I felt the heat of life’s passion
I’ve always lived life outside the circle,
To have been in its light, but never its warmth.
Love has always been the iceberg which destroyed
When I was young I could see the sparks, but
Icy tendrils always encumbered my soul.
Now life is short, and my heart feels
Like cold winter embers, no heat left, no spark to kindle
Just once in this life I would have loved to feel
The heat from inside the circle and its warm embrace.
But now and forever all I have left is the
Encircling comfort of the cold
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