Anew

Frost-worn longings echo
the trauma that manifested
within to take over my being.

A renaissance within for words
bled colours, for I am a tree
at the point of rebirth.

Awakened and anew, the colours
appear sharper, and the moon tells a story;
I have not heard one for so long.

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