To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold. Aristotle
The snow will melt before it touches the ground. One part of me circles inside the cold and another part has already melted on the road. I want to leap into a warmer day yet linger in the present. No moment is perfect.
My heart wants to take icy pain away from some people I know. Their burdens won’t melt on the road. And yet, I always hope that enough warmth will find them. Now, in each passing now…
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