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Ancient, coarse, fleshless fingers

Awaiting the first frost of winter

Impatiently, rhythmically, you tap, tap, tap at my window

Your earthy smell saturates my nostrils

Nature has undressed you and deprived you of your crimson,

magenta, and emerald attire

Soon, you will slumber in pale, frigid blankets

Like an insect in its cocoon

Anticipating your resurrection in springAncient, coarse, fleshless fingers

Awaiting the first frost of winter

Impatiently, rhythmically, you tap, tap, tap at my window

Your earthy smell saturates my nostrils

Nature has undressed you and deprived you of your crimson,

magenta, and emerald attire

Soon, you will slumber in pale, frigid blankets

Like an insect in its cocoon

Anticipating your resurrection in springAncient, coarse, fleshless fingers

Awaiting the first frost of winter

Impatiently, rhythmically, you tap, tap, tap at my window

Your earthy smell saturates my nostrils

Nature has undressed you and deprived you of your crimson,

magenta, and emerald attire

Soon, you will slumber in pale, frigid blankets

Like an insect in its cocoon

Anticipating your resurrection in spring

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Created with images by OakleyOriginals - "Loneliness"

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