Williwaw
Cold cold breeze
Touching slightly
Like breathe to the face
Tinges and awakes
The dying embers of a distant memory
Cold cold freeze
Plays its way first in my forehead
Message that lingers and embeds
Face that haunts
This surprised mind that floats
Cold cold zephyr
Gently finding my eyelid gutter
Remains heartening to reality
Here still open to possibility
Cold cold wind
Blowing into my cheeks
Touching longing
Feeling suffering
Now caressing my lips
Tasting heaven through the distant shores
This cold cold williwaw
Is tempest to my soul
Will never freeze
The warmth inside
With your first hello
For this cold may take me away
To distant shores
Only reverberates you to me
In this little bit of sunshine in my heart
The summer and spring waft through the winter wind
Plays ever here despite our worlds apart
Blowing ever closely in my mind
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