A cold cerulean sky and an even colder white blanket in the northern shade
keeps my heart from finding warmth, prevents my soul from finding rest and my body from knowing peace.
How do I get truly past this struggle to balance my responsibilities with my passions?
A brisk chilling wind causes me to brace against a hopeless feeling of loss.
Swaying with the bare trees as snow continues to blow off them; I seek equilibrium to hold me up.
Hungry birds feed continually on the seed but I find a deep craving that is dissatisfied.
Where is my sustenance, my satisfaction, my stability?
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