Waiting for winter,
I am here, always here.
But the storm does not
Ever come when asked.
The season that inspired,
A love that melted
More than just snow.
I long for that feeling,
To embrace me once more.
well written... a clean sense of depth, of small deaths, and new life!
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This reminded me of mine called -Frost Flowers- Being Canadian, winter means a lot more to me than most, and yet you have captured some of that ambiance. Adeline