Zero Degrees Celsius

faint echoes of laughter
a mosaic of memories
faraway the winds are howling
nearby the leaves are still rustling
the cold has long frozen her tears;
the altitude taught her heart rhythms
in the silent night
her breath hitches — and, then —
solid crystals change state

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