Soft December flakes fall upon the ground.
Sunlight peers down through imposing storm clouds.
The boy walks alone without a word or sound.
His footfalls echo only in his mind.
Memories distant flow before his eyes.
To his core, tendrils of fear seep like ice.
He sees bright futures as though they have past.
Mind, body and soul know what he now has.
A soul entombed, as though in hard bronze cast.
He struggles to shatter his prison cold.
Resolve gathers strength, he tries to be bold.
The world will fade, but his love grows not old.
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