"Nothing ever dies that is not reborn in some other form." — Charles Dickens
"The hottest love has the coldest end." — Socrates
----- A Sam Scott poem: 12th March 2025 -----
I reached a hand Into the snow The chilly ice Once vibrant glow It's Winter's wish A painful spree The absent warmth Of no degree Although I try To stay alive Your touch confirms No love could thrive Until the crystals Of your heart Can beat a path Back to the start I'll leave a message By transient hand No passer by Shall understand A heart-shaped sign To melt away Perhaps to write Another day..
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