In the icy cold,
the frozen seed of pain,
waiting for the spring thaw,
warmer days, brighter sun.
It then blooms into love,--
a dewy fresh blossom
on a new day.
We live our life
like changing seasons:
spring’s youthful love blossoms;
summer’s hot sweating passion;
autumnal shedding and surrender
to the inevitable;
lying frozen
buried under icy layers of pain;
to bloom in spring again.
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