do not give me over
to the silhouette of snow
in the sky
do not give me
to the eager hands
of evergreens
or to the graveyard
of reeds bent
like the penitent
or to that dark sea
that seems so still
and soulless
i know
i was not meant
for such things
their beauty
can only endure
without me
but my heart
would perish
without you
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