Could I just touch the rain and the snow,
What would I feel?
Could I keep the snow without melting, in the jar?
Could I drink the rain?
And what if I mend the fallen branches,
Thread it with my hands?
Or would I just be there,
In place of the broken teeth and branches
Stay with Frost
Even wait for the next rain to come.
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