All the words of my heart,
Are still captive within a doubt
Do I recognise the seasons changing,
Or will I deny the obvious?
Now that the fallen leaves,
Are deeply covered by the snow.
Will I yet allow the coldness,
To flourish with the thawing ice?
Spring is but a heartbeat away,
I see the buds and yearn.
Bringing with the brightness,
The love of my rejuvenation.
But will the winsome Witch,
Know where I am to be found?
For surely I have hibernated,
For too long, and am lost.
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