Winter is upon us,
Winter of the soul.
The heart is laced with ice.
The yearning turns me cold.
I see the monochrome trees.
I touch the steel leaves.
I see the false-color sky.
I feel the captured breeze.
My lover is trapped.
In a bland cocoon he's wrapped.
Inside a pseudo-sphere,
To a monochrome tree, he's strapped.
Sun, shine on, be stout.
Erase all tears, all doubt.
Shine into that sphere.
Please break my lover out.
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