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Heart of Winter

The Heart of Winter is in no man’s land

It is not red, it is not white

It is completely bland

It has no shadow

No friend

No band

You look for its soul

But do not find

You go searching

its Homeland

You discover it is always in disguise

Yet it survives

How come?

What is the secret “heart of winter”?

Where do you get your gifts from?

How come you carry with you

So much river

So much blizzard

So much storm

Is that what keeps you alive?

Is that what makes you thrive?

You are well travelled I see

All the continents you have explored

All the cultures you have probed

Yet you have not altered at all

As unmoved as you are

Is there nothing we can do

To change you anymore?

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