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When sleep is a dream

The wind changed in that moment.
Summer turned into winter.
The stream icy cold, still flows.
In the woods all is silent.

The wind slices through bare branches.
Its bite vicious, the nights dreaded.
One moment lost; never to return.
Weep, my soul. Weep.

Long nights of pacing.
Kept awake, sleep a dream.
How much longer, a cry escape.
Pacing the floor, hurry sunrise.

The dawn brings little respite.
For the fiery burn continues.
Weakness reflects in the eyes.
Invincibility striped away, so weep.

Weep, my soul. Weep.
The body is only mortal.
A long winter awaits.
The winds’ bite unbearable.

By C.E. Pereira