January’s Dream

To January, Spring is a mocking dream
To Death, Life is an idiot’s tale
To the Blind, the Sun is a solar heater
To the Heartless, Love is a fool’s game
So once was I
Cruel, sightless
Winter’s daughter
Stumbling into the Light
Who called my name
And it was no dream
It was Life.

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