Cold Awakening

Gather me in remnants of a past life
That I may find warmth on this cold day
Not upon the cold blade of today’s knife
And I will gladly, be on my way

Stoke the fire against tomorrows cold
Wrapped warm in my days of glory
Please just a little time I will borrow
Before writing the next page of this story

Stoic Poetry

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