Warmth soul of the fickle strife afar from touch of soft hands
The flame of dawn scene echoes beneath the foreign lands
Cold period of yearning a piece to this entire existence
Wintry voice of a tired soul a word of persistence
Hot stroke of mourn with every note that lingers the ear
Hammy furred the delicate skin with whisper – I am here
Icy days of bemused questions… of wonder… of lust
Moist the mirror it fades it dissolves it shows the trust
Drunk as drunk in the tavern of jovial and two sex
Unconscious minds laid in a mat of king hex
NC – founding the Fire of trouble……… ice of strife
Oblivious veneration we eat, we moan, we survive life
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