Unleash me from
The deathly wrap of cold.
Seek that which is warm
I am told.
I conceal all
Except hands and face.
I prostrate in prayer,
Seeking warmth
Through His grace.
Unleash me from
The cruel shackles of the orb.
I seek His guidance from
Sunrise till dawn.
At last, untethered,
Unbound and reborn.
Following the light,
Prancing through thorns.
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