snow
The flakes are falling,
like my tears,
cleansing my emotions.
The weeks turn into,
months turn into,
years.
And here we are,
in a picturesque scene,
simmering desire
beneath the surface.
Will it disappear?
Will it reignite?
How long will the simmer burn my heart?
The memories of winter
Embrace my shivering soul.
The snow falls on my skin.
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