the path shimmers with hearts covered in frost
frozen in regret and resentment
dipping. rising. threading in and out.
I long to feel the warm sand beneath my feet
to dip my toes in water fresh
to move past the frozenness of heartache
thaw my heart, oh Lord
I know there is warmth beneath the snow
the shimmering flakes give me hope
the patterns speak of birds in flight
waves of snow covering grains of infinity
each as unique as the snowflake
shimmering. shaking. crying. weeping.
covering the warmth
waiting for the heart to thaw
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