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No, don't show me your face-
Leave me in the frost,
I'm content being buried in peace.
That occasional patronising warmth,
I don't need it if you'll leave me alone to cry-
When the things get dark at night.
Hide behind those clouds,
That shameful cowardice-
You blame it on the time
Was this the only lie you could find?!
So go- leave me in peace
Among the icicles, needles and firs.
These blizzards- no longer do they make me
Any frail or weak,
Know it now, its your hypocrisy kills me,
When once in a while, you lend that charitable heat.
So go, don't show me your face,
Let me lie and cry and die with those grays,
For they are my protective veil,
My umbrella from your scorching rays.
And yes, when you aren't there
I do look at those stars sometimes.
Strange how even when so far away,
They more faithfully stay,
Than my own sun and light.
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Cottage Chronicles
PoetryLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
