Captive
By Yutka
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The clasp of winter turns you cold,
now tucks you under sheets of ice.
The King of Freeze, glassy and old,
now holds you captive to his vice.
He ripped the colours you once wore,
the pink of heaven, applegold.
You lost your smile, the words of bold
whispers of love, your dreams untold.
I sit and wonder how to free
you from that heaviness of earth,
from cold, from darkness and to bring
you back to bloom, feel young like spring.
How can I give you back the green?
Time's tilting slope does not give way.
You tumble deeper down the chute
drawn by oblivion's magic flute.
You unfold wings in disarray.
But suddenly you are away,
no longer haunts the last good bye.
You breathe out love, you breathe love in.
Earth holds embraced its sweetest fruit,
decides when seeds sprout unforeseen.
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