This is it, my hands grow soft
my heart is mellowed by you
what is it called when icy winds turn warm?
When ice sculptures turn living flesh?
Could the proper word be Love?
Maybe it's just Spring and nothing but that
something passing and not for keeps
still, a gift from somewhere
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