Life passes by like heavy clouds.
Relationships invert.
Pointed icetipped rain find your face.
The angel exits.
The warmth you sought so severly...
The seasons with-held.
Mercy a bankteller exclaiming the
absence of funds.
God arriving briefly to remind you
your souls no longer valid.
Don´t blame it on fate.
Like the clouds of winter´s end...
spring will come and you´ll drift into
nowhere.
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