Monday, February 9, 2015

COLD

(C)ome...
(O)ut...
(L)ove...
(D)eeply...

COLD begets growth, upon trust reflects. 
In winter's grip, doubt runs rampant. 
Rays of hope, slowly seep in. 
New season begins, dead the past. 
Branches filled with, buds of promise. 

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