On a winter's night of restless dreams.
And all is calm, or so, it seems.
Bathed in moonlight, shimmering.
A snowbank lays in wait of spring.
The song of winter howls and moans.
It seeks and penetrates your bones.
Its icy stare can stop you cold.
And strip you naked to your soul.
When the chill of night invades the air.
She comes to you stripped and bare.
Writhing, twisting, soul afire.
She fans the flames of your desire.
On a winter's night of restless dreams.
And all was calm, or so, it seemed.
A fiery storm, it came and went.
And left behind winters' repent.
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