Spot of Sun

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Walk with me down these
salt scattered streets;
over half frozen leaves
and broken dreams

Hold mitten covered hands
closely, tightly, warming them;
puffs of breath fog out
drifting away, like our worries

Let our feet crunch as we walk
crushing tiny islands of ice;
through a world that seems
to be standing still

Kiss my cold cheeks and
nuzzle the space behind my hair;
let me smile into your eyes
so blue, and drift down the street