If we only look closer
More by Amalie@kua
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What I love about Spring Snows
The silence that once spread
in the deepest of winter, is ever so often
broken.
Hear the robin's hope
now, unfurling faintly on a frozen breeze.
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Rising
We were rising.
With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —
Those with knotted breath and clasped handsWeaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —
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