Forgiveness Of Spring Poem by O Anna Niemus

Forgiveness Of Spring



As 32 degrees centigrade is the temperature at which
icicles melt, so it is inevitable in the history of each soul
that he or she arrives at a forgveness point.

As the icicle daggers of King Winter melt away,
so do the stalactites
of past fights.

Sunday, January 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: forgiveness,history,winter
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