Bitter happenings
of bleak landscapes of the mind
frozen in the core
Crisp thoughts of morrows
numbing the flow of heartbeats
biting raw of flesh
Icy winds swept fast
through the ebb and flow of time
They spelt love’s decline
Cool winter mornings
Chill of a frosty sunshine
dawned upon our souls
A dip into hope
Drops of wonder cut through doubt
A dive into faith
Your hands are so cold
Warm them upon my bosom
Pray fall into heart
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