Something In the Icy Wind
There is something there
floating in the stinging air
cold yet calm
a collected psalm
it bears words of your embrace
and feels something of velvet and lace
the icy drops melt on my chin
pelting me with emotion again
something there amid rainy wind
tidings of a distant friend
I know all too well the things it has to say
and they hold true to this chilly day
you love me no more
either in heart or soul
no love for me can you hold
says the icy wind and its frigid lore
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