Strained
Temperature drops below freezing
my icy red cheeks ache with the cold,
sacred breaths escape me leaving
behind the drastic days old.
And I am numb to this feeling,
with this path so dark and unknown,
the heated touch I long for
big hearted with innosense and bold.
Lagging in these deep dark roots,
your loathing is greatly unsold,
render me strengthless you wont
for under this great big oak
no defenseless I cannot be,
imagine if only I had spoke,
but no voice is echoing to flee.
A spirit has yet to provoke
me cautiously in circles too thin,
moss covered emerald knees
are captivating to breach the wind.
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