Frigid Poem

Dawn is quick, but Love is slow,

patient flower to be sewn

in hostility of snow

strong like thousand year-old stone.

 

Night is long, but Love shall last

longer than whatever past

looms in heart like icy glass,

over mind like Ocean-mass.

10/16/2016

Richmond

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