a cold passing
snow can warm a broken heart
for snow will thaw one day as will those
frozen fingers eased in the salt of tears
bought in the wind’s regret
and yet
the winds
eventually ease
in the lee of a mountain pass
hard upon a shoulder’s comfort
a tale tells of the thaws of the past
have we lost the means to see
yesterday was cold
today is cold
tomorrow what will be …
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