Poem -

A Dull Cottage

A Dull Cottage

Your love, grown blunt in the snows of May,
Has lost its piercing, riled flight,
Beneath a contained interior, held on tight.
With great effort, signs and giving,
The outside florals wait for your steps
And graceful sleep, to awaken bright;
And assure your way, is of refining light.
To ignore any version outside your own,
Berating you: that like damaged glass you stand;
In fear, your world when it erupts
Will balance the deeps and land.
Such potency courses through your nerves,
Wakes the many hearts you daily pass;
But if you drift and know not how,
The weight you bare, will become a cowl.  
 

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