I never care for the breezes of winter’s cold
I’ve always wanted to spread my non-existent wings
Migrating to some warm place near your heart
The surprise of a silent morning glazed in snow
Colored like Christmas lights and awaiting fresh tracks
Chill even my warmest memory of your smile
The freeze will end, out there over that white horizon
Where a mirage of rapture rises slowly on the wind
Summer borne by your burgeoning blossoms
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