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Love’s nature

January 22, 2017

Is love like this?

An imprint of two bodies in the snow.

That fades, shifts, melts

eventually running into gutters, 

carrying with it the glimmers in eyes and laughter like bells

Of love sparked anew.

Or is that memory, that melts and fades and shifts with seasons.

Is love the constant, the cycle, the seasons that molds memory into its form? 

Verdant and hopeful

Cold and desolate 

Sodden and forlorn

Warm and effervescent

Love and love’s memory lie in the snow, in a space where two bodies laid

Together facing the sky and unknown.

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