I lived to see and tell the words of winter how to feel…the icy letters fold so neatly into place…soon the poem skates into your heart

Under the snow-covered stone …her life’s keys lie frozen to our ground..the warmth of her stands behind the door…shy as always.

How eager her lips…wetted by the cold of a white-wash…big eyes that explore me…like a snowman she needs to melt

Happiness slides on the top of virgin flakes…piled in soft drifts it talks to me…the white velvet touches her nose….she feels like real winter

When our winter died…she held on to the only white she had…hope

Her heart buried in white… the gravestones sing…of our days of love that should have been…now the shadows don’t mean anything….death covers her softly…

Just let me sleep in this ghostly love…she said …the dying was worth the living…now the rest will be from the giving…blessed in white peace

Every tear spent brings you near…even this frozen one …that just dropped here!

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