One sunny day of January
Fleeting winds foresaw the
Archetypical smell of Spring
A retrospective of time reversing
To when dew blankets me with everything new
One sunny day of January
I smelled the sun for the
First time since the sun prevailed
When everything was fresh and
new with residue
But in the autumn of it all
I am really where I may belong
A time when the frigidity numbs my
Senses for me with pain that
allows me to fear the sun
And so one later day in January
I shall choose myself not to breathe
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