SWIM… a poem

Hardened and cold

Can I ever be free

Will this season of life

Be the death of me

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Cloistered and lonely

Deep in my heart

Shall I make revival

A brand-new start

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Kin drift away

On the tide of the moon

Dawn brings the heat

Of midday – noon

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I feel a change

A drain of my being

Melt into nothing

Spring, she is keening

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Until I am nothing

But a small spec of ice

Winter was fine

But swimming is nice