Walk the Snow
There have been so many white days
since you threatened me
Lassie go...just go
silenced me
muzzled my voice
lasoed my creativity
and yours
Where does it go
the muse of love
when love captures the essential
beat and stops the drum
the snow falls like Pompeii ash
Smothers out the voice
the cries
those who chose to shelter
flee children...
do not remain and try to keep the fire burning
All is lost
in resistance to change
the flower that dies
blooms again
after the frost...melts
spring
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