tulips in the window.

calling, I am calling

outside the window

snow and rain and

in the window

tulips, faded pink

calling, not your name

but what you are

to me, the warmth and

the memories of bare

feet among the wind, the

salutary and rare ease

lacking now, may the weak

sound of my voice reach

the space from which you come

calling, I am calling for

hope is the better choice

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