It is cold today.
A cold grey day.
Walking wounded after touching the trees, she sits awhile.
Now, a wounded healer, the trees will restore her strength.

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It is cold today.
A cold grey day.
Walking wounded after touching the trees, she sits awhile.
Now, a wounded healer, the trees will restore her strength.

calm relaxation,
cold winds whisper through the house,
clouds of grey gather.
Obscured by darkness
Revealed by moonlight
Beauty amongst roses
Ugliness in those eyes
Purring for a night kiss
Lips cold as winter ice
The humidity covers the many layers of you with dew, for you thrive like a succulent in the wet.
I expand and contract by the rise and fall of the seasons. During the humidity, I expand; in cold weather, I contract.
You thrive, and I contract today; It’s your heaven and my hell.
Then, as if the sky knows who I am, the clouds break, and the cool rain falls onto our skin.