Heavy with the promise of rain
The ice builds up in the heart
From early in th morning
Killing all shoots of hope
Of desire and happiness
and growth
Until you feel you will never leave
The fortress of blankets
You have built around yourself
Because there us nothing
Worth getting out for
And then you arrive
With dewdrops clinging
And shining and glittering
On every little hair on your face
Appearing to be
The snow king incarnate
But actually bringing
All the warmth
To dispel any ice
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