Changing Seasons and Changing Hearts


The breeze freezes my bones
and taints my cold heart even more,
yet then you show up.

Suddenly the chill means nothing;
your warm hands let mine become warm
and your smile does even more,
and that light hair shines like the sun.

Maybe my heart will finally come alive again.

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