Bitter Winter Wind
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Barry Middleton
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the winter drought is like a spear
no rain will fall till June
my eyes conceal a final tear
as clouds obscure the moon
the dry and bitter winter wind
that slashes like a knife
says hope nor passion can extend
my inspiration's life
the desiccated lifeless verse
of gray and barren rhyme
is nothing but the ghostly curse
of stars and finite time
for winter is a blood fed beast
that drains the air of breath
the mighty and the very least
succumb at last to death
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