The long winter has almost ended
Harsh, cold nights
Filled with icy air from the north
Will soon be nothing more than a memory
Fading fast in the rising sun
The seeds were laid in fertile ground
A long, long time ago. So long ago
You do not even remember
And yet
Soon you will arise. Your magnificent beauty
Your power and your glory
Given you before time began
Held back for eons
Will push through the ice-covered ground
Welcoming the warming rays of sunlight
Welcoming the wind, the rain and the stars at night
And then, one day, the blossoms
So long held tightly together, will open
And all your beauty will unfold
before your very eyes
And you will know
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The long winter has almost ended....
( Stefan, They have only just begun for me)
Harsh, cold nights
Filled with icy air from the north
Will soon be nothing more than a memory
Fading fast in the rising sun
The seeds were laid in fertile ground
A long, long time ago. So long ago
You do not even remember
And yet Soon you will arise. AM I DEAD NOW!
"Your magnificent beauty
Your power and your glory
Given you before time began
Held back for eons.....( WHY IS THAT ?)
Will push through the ice-covered ground
Welcoming the warming rays of sunlight
Welcoming the wind, the rain and the stars at night
And then, one day, the blossoms
So long held tightly together, will open
And all your beauty will unfold
before your very eyes (with new deepened wrinkles (close- Up) Will I be labeled "OLD"
(TIME SEEMS TO HAVE STOPPED IN THE SAME GROOVE) The walls of these grooves have deepened over the years. I can not seem to be able to climb out by myself. Promises made, promises forgotten, promises broken.......Still wanting to fit in, wanting to be part of Something. "The Circle"; Inside the Circle----No one notices the warm breath on the cold iced window pane only able to be seen for a fleeting moment; the swirling winds covered the snowy foot prints. The laughter, love, imagination and joy from within their temple is loud and the contentment is abundant . They are Blessed in the Merry, Merry, Merry Bosom of "The Circle". I held onto the blossoms too long. You know
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