Cold Spirit
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Mihaela Pirjol
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Are you in the leaves that tremble
In the freezing air outside my window?
In clouds, which your face resemble;
Or, perhaps in that desert meadow?
Your ghost haunts me in agitation,
Along with the elements…vibration!
Now I sit beside the chimney,
With piercing gaze at golden flames;
Minutes, I forgot to think of thee,
But, nor your ghost remembrance claims!
Fire slow burning your memory,
Soon grey ash in mind shall bury…
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