Poem – “Until Winter Surrenders” – Modern Romanticism – 12/13/2021

Melt into
decay of remaining day.
Thinnest gravity
keeps us tucked away.
Pressure builds, loosens the storm
to die us from our stay.
Welcome tears
as shadows come to play.

Why do we
enter, without setting free
the pain we have come to be?
Long glances
disconnected from sincerity,
while the moon
distinguishes our trances.

Unclaimed beauty
without yield,
while twin hearts were first
to leave heat as the shield.
A winter
that burned us in the bite.
Water became us,
as ice set our feet.

Build us, outside
in the frost, without love.
There is here the calmest storm
to keep us driving
the sounds of our hearts,
become torn.

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