The Soul of Summer

I followed you last night
But it’s what you whispered
That dragged me into the light
Of all my winters
And naked I sat inside the snow
I made
That I’d rather die and take inside my grave
Than sit in.
Feeling every bit of pain
Of every season
That I sat naked
Dying without reason
Because I followed no one
And there was no light
And my summers were the dying of
The light of the sunshine falling
And naked as I sit warm
As I am cold
Whether it’s the winter of my smiles
Or the summer of my soul.

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