Winter/Spring

Two Ravens 017


we stand at the gate of years
we, ourselves, just two
we know what will end in tears
despite what we do

he who stands beneath abides -
he who hangs alone
we are those set at both sides
we watch him atone

the year dies as it must die
shrivelled in the cold
death as always has to try
what it cannot hold

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