On the brink of winter
as she plays
hide-n-seek behind the clouds
the
air heavy
with
misty rain
Running
in exalted solitude
I
breathe
inhale
and
exhale
each
breath
in
rhythm with my heart
listening
with
my soul
seduced
by the January rain
Do
you know it?
If
only you knew...
you would never let go
Never
ever
let go.

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