17 May 2013

Winter is coming

Hark Spring!

When will you
sing once more?

First, to the demands
of Winter, I must
open the door.

It is not the seeming
bitter season that comes;
but a dream is a seed,
and seeds too must dream.

Only, I am cold and alone
in the dark of earth.

Yet, this too
is a dream.

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