Frost
See me through the rainFor the ghost of my past seeks decay.The path on which I cameIs veering off from that of which I aim.While tugging my subconsciousWeeding out what I have yet to slay.So wait for my consistencyI won’t forsake the tongue I speak.With open doors welcome the storm--Love the air--then the fire: heaven’s dew.Unfold, celestial soul in whitened amity, your sword I holdWhen the dawn goes up in flame.See me through the rain,My identity is not my own!Sing: “let this that encompass meLay out to be an airtight mould.”Some succumb some find dissentTo this misery that I do not hold.So let this simple melody shine sweetly in the rain.
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