Blow north wind
Freeze my blood, lock my bones
Stop my heartbeats. My eyelash
Shall not flap, the raven black eyeballs
Shall be trapped in transitory vision
Quiver not lips.
Blow north wind.
Your gust drove away my slumber,
Pushed away my anonymity
From cobwebs as I died of arctic brutality,
Unknown and unseen, away from the hearth,
Fire eluded the ice inside.
I was dying, slowly and unquestionably.
The spectra blurred. The luminosity
Of eagerness of wait dimmed casually.
Summer came.
Oh summer was late in my garden!
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