Solace in the Winter

The orange lights and mists are coming back
Another season awaits
like clockwork in a finely-tuned masterpiece of fate

For where else do I find myself
but in the cold dusk outside?
For where do I hide myself
but in the old mask inside?

Solace in the Winter
whilst longing for the Spring
and wishes not granted
belonging to anything

But something does feel
A change somehow
And I think
this time
I shall find my solitude

© The Drummer Poet


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