by Paul Koniecki

Blossom o' blossom,

Winter is the world waiting to be kissed.

My heart is as ice


off the edge of an evergreen.

Heaven is warm and pink and burgeoning.

Love is

a teardrop in the snow.

The fires of Hell are cold and white without you.

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