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The Mediator
I spit across you
into the eye of winter,
O' mediator 'twixt it, and summer.
Coy, and full of heraldry
you are
with your fanfare stains of oranges
and golds---
I shall not give up my flowers
but will concede
on your temperatures.
I see winter there, licking its lips,
one fang-tip exposed
in a salivating peep show.......waiting....
You always let that wolf in, coward !
Drop your leaves and run
(like always)
leaving me standing on the shorelines
until the last breath of warmth
sputters from your lungs.
I have my memories stored up
like treasures
and I shall pluck my seeds
then plant them
(where you can't see them )
before you are gone .
They'll bloom back before you will
(traitor....)
into the eye of winter,
O' mediator 'twixt it, and summer.
Coy, and full of heraldry
you are
with your fanfare stains of oranges
and golds---
I shall not give up my flowers
but will concede
on your temperatures.
I see winter there, licking its lips,
one fang-tip exposed
in a salivating peep show.......waiting....
You always let that wolf in, coward !
Drop your leaves and run
(like always)
leaving me standing on the shorelines
until the last breath of warmth
sputters from your lungs.
I have my memories stored up
like treasures
and I shall pluck my seeds
then plant them
(where you can't see them )
before you are gone .
They'll bloom back before you will
(traitor....)
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