Oddly
You are free
In mid-sentence
And in her frozen embrace
Stroll slow
Beside your own shadow
The silence of the shallow river
Is now a new season, and old reason to shiver
There is no order
Leap; pursue pleading, or just meander
In the snow you will leave your steps lost to her feelings
While the river runs shallow, you feel free, you have wings
Fly!
November 14, 2013
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