Corentin Le Vot - Winter Warmth

Sweet winter days
The child that lays
Inside the house
The flakes arouse
A mellow peace
Residing beneath
That warm blanket
Until they met.
Ever since then,
Even days when
He's safe from harm,
He never gets warm
Provided he knows
That if he ever shows
His heart's face
Then she will race
And disappear
Won't be there, near,
And he's sure to die
If she's not in his eye.
But time forgives
And up its sleeve
Has a thousand twists
To untie your wrists
And let you walk free.
Away from your folly.
Until you end
Under it yet again
That warm blanket

Corentin Le Vot

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