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THE COLD WIND
“When the world sleeps, the poet awakens. It is in the stillness of the night that verses come alive, though they leave the heart heavier than before. There are winds that strip us bare, leaving nothing but truth in their wake. These are the winds that teach us how to stand.”
The cold wind speaks, its voice alone,
A mournful song in a hollow tone.
Its fingers reach through cloaks and veils,
Revealing truths where silence wails.
The bars of the heart, their iron rusts,
As winter devours hope encrusts.
But beneath the frost, the earth holds tight,
A seed of courage in the night.
A flower rises amidst decay,
Born from the silence of yesterday.
Its petals sing where sorrow stings,
A note resounds from hollow strings.
Though the wind howls, it ca
The roots that grow for life’s own sake.
It strips us bare, yet we remain,
Alive in truth, despite the pain.