In the cold breath of winter,
I am as unchanged as the sand beneath the snow,
Settled, but unsure if this soil,
Could, or would, ever let me grow,
My hands are dry, tired and calloused,
and my feet dare to hold all of my burdens,
I'll continue to work my aching soul,
until the winter closes it's curtains,
With the eyes of summer just beyond,
I'll keep my ambitions to the horizon,
as my mind floats out to the sea,
to meet the smile of Poseidon.
Beautifully written
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