Anticipating Winter

Already tired,
even if the sun is bright
and this day seems harmless

A huge darkness accumulates inside me
like the sharp tongue of a thaw
harsh winds are rolling my thoughts

A storm feeds her central eye with my light
the sun can’t penetrate this armour
and due to this pressure difference,
tears turn to snow

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