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I rail against this silence yet nothing comes of it....

I coax a word or two

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agonize each line

engulf myself in music

surrender to the clouds

but form eludes me ...

and fragments fail to rhyme.

Is this my winter

are my songs all spent?

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has icy-stillness locked

fountains of my heart?

or will Spring anthems

rise then overflow

and melt this shimmering silence

to a start....

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