Step by step I climb the steep ascent,
Panting, sweating, longing for some rest.
Feet that hurt and eyes that scrutinize
Every inch of stone I tread across.
...
I've heard your call, I'm coming down
This winding, smooth and silky slope,
Down to the cabin in the woods
Where I shall stay and rest a while.
...
It's cold outside, the night is deep
Some lonely lights shine from afar
All sparkling like the Evening star
To mark where people lie asleep
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A stormy night it was that shook the trees
Their lofty heads dishevelled by the wind
Like humans waking from their restless sleep
Deprived of vigour, diffusèd in their minds.
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I've come here to find and pick up the flowers
Of beauty and strength so divine
But all I can do is walk 'round for hours
Looking for you all the time.
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A breeze
Whirling through the streets,
Engulfing me with its cold breath—
A flash
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Waves washing rocks of sore memories in futile replication
Rendering them more slippery with each lapping.
Church bells proclaiming the festive season
Irrespective of wordly misery and woe.
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Each day he does his walk along the shore,
Each step more agonizing than the last,
He lags his weathered frame so he can cast
A pensive look out to the sea once more.
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Tenderly, cautiously, I dip my thirsty toes,
Then the ball, the sole and heel of one foot.
My furry calf is next to plunge into the scented fluid —
My nostrils dilate under the warm spell
...