Walk

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Dragged to a stop by snow heavy with regrets
I hear winter weeping to see spring again.

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Three fair ladies regarded me
Sheathed in silver robes against the delicate air
And whispering wordless poems
   to any who love enough to pause and hear the spaces in between.
   

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