a splash of dust
peppers the street
where i do not go
no winter
will not take me
where i do not
know my face
let it be
another season
that binds me
to some unknown
fancy
i am not one
for cold
though it
gave birth
to me
it will not
take me
i will wait
it out
everything changes
eventually
but if
it should not budge
then i
will come calling
for you
i will call you spring
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