Five white hearts
wrapped in brittle brown paper,
stir in the dark,
reach out.
Standing in a flurry of snow,
a scatter of hail,
I am torn between eagerness
to see green shoots,
and trepidation at their daring.
Five white hearts
wrapped in brittle brown paper,
stir in the dark,
reach out.
Standing in a flurry of snow,
a scatter of hail,
I am torn between eagerness
to see green shoots,
and trepidation at their daring.
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Love that last line!
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