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When Everything Dies

It sure is Winter,
With the fog thick and deep,
The keyhole freezes over,
And everything is still, as if asleep,
By frost covered window,
I watch the leaves, all dead, fall,
Like hammers of feathers,
Do they depress us at all?
 
The fog is lovely dark and deep,
As I walk along the wetted streets,
Lamp posts bow like Titans,
Before the fading of evening, all frozen,
Or freezing,
 
The day is cold and short with time,
It doesn’t warm the fingers and makes still,
Movement, life, or mind,
We sway in the brisk wind,
With hearts ablaze with a fire,
Life is over, as if destroyed by the softest of breath,
Now there is cold, change and Death,
 
But I smile because my face, in only a moment, felt the sunny touch of the sun,
Let loose the crystalline horses and let all live forever,
Moment like this, still like a rock in perfect balance over a cliff so high,
Last a life time and then are over, upon backs of dust they ride,
But though that moment lasted fast than a wink upon the eye,
I will remember it, I shall see that Death, though nearby,
Is but a fake peddler; for the unwilling, they buy,
 
It sure is Winter
When everything dies,
It sure is Winter
When all sleeps,
It sure is winter,
When everything lies
It sure is Winter,
When the lonely, they weep,
But still sun it gleams,
Through the feather clouds that still make out the sky,
Yet again...
It sure is Winter,
When everything dies...

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