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My Winter
You entered my room a long time ago across many summers, now when this winter looks at the trees shedding the leaves you are by the closed window leaning on the cold wall and I am by the fireplace, your eyes on the cracking wood on fire mine on the frosted window pane. Have you ever wondered why my voice doesn’t reach you, the words crash on the wall and fall silent, that’s why. Have you ever wondered why my warmth doesn’t touch you, the feelings brush the window pane and freeze inert, that’s why. Have you ever wondered why my eyes don’t look into yours, the vision is stuck on barren trees outside and waits for the spring, that’s why. Have you ever wondered why my hands can’t hold yours, the reach is lost in distant time and breaks separated, that’s why. I have wondered if I could break the cold wall shatter the iced window pane make the trees green again would my voice rise from the dust the warmth of my mind melt the ice my eyes bring colors of spring in yours, would the time stop stop to create distance and I could hold your hands again. (Sometimes there comes a time in life's changing scene when seasons don't change, winter persists and relationships freeze. But hope survives to bring the warmth of spring to hold the hands again. This poem images the scenario many of us face, and tries to remind that we should never let love die. This attempt is worthy of recognition.) November 23, 2017.
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