As the cold wind dash
the serenity of the earth embraces the unstable
promising hope,
assuring faith...
But just like any broken soul
fragility deems distrust.
carrying such soul
wretched the hearth...
curses! to all the broken
and pity for their soul...
nurture the dying hearth...
give it all there is.
for even the wind
nor the caring earth...
will give the broken
nothing...
but sheer distrust.
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