Children of Winter

Charcoal whispers serenade

midnight sky,

as ebony and saffron fade

and collide.

Roof-mount dreams

saturate as air swells,

painting this moonlit spell.

Pummeling rain pierces,

abrasive and sudden,

shattering this sullen dream to pieces.

Mouth open,

I taste your salt on my tongue;

regrets and fears become one

as unearned guilt

and unwarranted deprecation

absolve to concession and appreciation

for the nakedness of suffering.

Tears merge with cleansing rain,

as spirits join in resplendent pain.

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