I melt
With your song
Drips watering winter grass
Clarity in the fog
Glow worms of summer
A remembered light
A forgotten path
Words fall softly in the mind
Snow floats, candid onto empty ground
Emptiness
No lover
No sound.
The heart, a bird separate
From the mind, a tree
The soul rests, broken in a caste.
My head longs to be cradled by your hands
Only
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