My blanket of cure

I couldn’t find a picture so I quickly sketched something. [A bit messy I should say but I’m yawning away].

Let flesh be flesh, and bone be bone,
Dark frost was in the air above.
Claws of pain we have to endure,
Drape thyself in my blanket of cure.
No cold wind shall stir my tree,
The flames within me hummed a familiar tune.
It melted the gears all the way to my knee,
And nearer to where my spirit read ‘free’.
This voiceless sorrow ran through me,
but I’ll always have that blanket of cure
Yet when my story has no end,
Your smile drew me near
Oh! So serene and clear.

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