I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I am a pomegranate
Ready to explore its riches
I am a snowfall at your gate
Push hard to unlock these laches
My beloved before;
The wind changes and the rust ices.
I am an instrument you alone must play
I'll sing loves turbulences, come what may.
I will dance and hear you say - I am yours.
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