Fallow 335
The sun is rising
I can see it in the glow
Ultraviolet haze
The Eve of Christmas
The dead of winter turning
The night gently fades
The day grows longer
Just a few minutes for now
Soon to be hours
Soon to be ours
Days of bitterness behind
(Necessary/A desired) end
What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide
I'll clean up my act
Hoping it's for the last time
And timing is right
I hear with my ears
You have sent a clear message
Though I wake alone
Still I dream with you
A tourniquet in last days?
I pray this is true.
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