Winters coming and birds are leaving.My white dove with broken wings, not flying but crawling away.White feathers stained by the blood of the piercing wound I afflicted you with.The faults and blunders I created leaving you cold as a raging blizzard.Unaware of the love I have for you and the undaunted fearlessness to attempt to carry you through that storm.The storm that once was a simplistic and calm winter breeze.The very foundation I built our raging inferno on.A willful choice and commitment that I strived towards guiding me to make a path out of that cold.The winter cold I grasped your hand in so tight leading you down the trail I created, only for you to let go.Leaving me in the winter cold, a lonely blaze slowly being estinguished.Hoping one day you will find me in this cold, rekindling the flame.
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