Turn Around*

It was the absolute reign of silence, which started singing at your doorstep

The moment my voice was banned from your memories

Frost was suddenly a curse, cast upon every warm drop of blood

Flowing inside beating hearts

No more the refreshing chilly breeze to cool down the wounds

Spring was a dream of melting white snow, of refilled streams and of growth

Summer was the distant thought of fertility

Fall seemed more like a legend of fulfillment and blessing

And winter was nothing more than tales of tranquility

For your silence had casted all the seasons away

Leaving the eternal void out of every sentiment and perception

Bound to linger at your door, I wait here

For you to stop dreaming of yourself, to awaken

And to start living you instead.

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* Could also be considered as some 'Chronicles of Courage XII', but not necessarily.