The sky will understand
My desertion
As only you can bring any colour
To this desolation
A world about to drop me like rain
Over the fields of grey
About to blow me like wind
Through the bareness of the trees
I will seek you like sunshine
Through the clouds of January
And hold you like a promise
Of green and leaf and light
In a shivering corner
Of my hibernating heart.
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