Breaking Snowflakes

Days pass on a venture to fill in our lives;
mine passing now to be my own
And as this world stops spinning, I must be forgotten
I shall be the whisper,
and not even the wind should carry me
The Phoenix's rise from the ashes, alive,
is a reminder that absence of the old makes the new
Hearts are downcast, and love is worn through;
throughout the winters of our exhausted harvests
Come if you will, and chase the rain,
but do not believe it is bound;
like love, you exist within it
You have it if you choose to be where it comes ‘round...
Struck by lightning in the cold,
the burnt freeze penetrates my wounds
And seeing each world better without my obstructions
of gold flames in a nomadic snow, I may finally lay low, and die

Poetry from Fancy Gravity by Shane Windham
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