The winter of the heart,
seemingly cold and barren...
but it's only blanketed
against the cold brutal reality
of life,
but underneath it beats hot,
and fierce,
and is hungry to be fed,
with the nourishing love it needs,
it seeks the freedom from it's bonds,
to do that which it was intended to do,
and warm others,
with it's love
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