In Winter I will find you
hiding under a pile of snow
glancing at the sunrise
carrying tulips
before dusk
In Winter I will see your face again
beautiful in the dawn's early light
handsome in the fleeting rain
strong in the psalm of songs
In Winter I will hold your hand
as the sweat of our years
melt
in one handshake
as the wind blows
through my hair
as dancing is the same
as walking
I no longer walk on eggs
a straight shot to your
heart
memory does not impede me
I take my chances
as I walk into your arms
a sweetness never ever imagined.
January 9, '12
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
A Love Story - Anita Holzberg
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