Impartial Skies

I am the spirit of Winter,

always present in your absence,

a page in someone else’s history book,

I stare into the water until I see

beyond the reflection,

a quiet introvert with a loud soul,

my disgusting loveliness,

like a dark sun dying

in impartial skies.

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