There’s peace here
Rest that resets bones
Silence that soothes
Frozen grass that crackle underfoot
as I walk barefoot towards my dawn.
My soles are chilled, but no matter
Here, we think nothing of such things
We come here for the rebirth
I used to liken a freeze to death
Years have made me wiser.
To chill my blood, to crawl into cold encapsulation
The moon will rock you
At dawn’s rays
you’ll be ready.
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