Melancholy engulfs,
a storm blows,
strong and silent from within.
Fire consumes,
an unknowing desire.
The river flows wild,
with winters seed feeding it life.
Spring is rampant,
life is all around,
yet melancholy,
holds its bonds
tightly around wrist and ankle.
will the fire burn,
so I can read its thoughts.
Or will it smolder,
so the desire dies as,
the light goes out.
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