Melt the Snow

19 01 2006

Old and Tested

If I could hold you in these old and tested arms,
I would melt the snow, burning colors to keep you warm
Intuition tells me fire can try, flames in the sky,
In my arms, winter falls when summer collides.

Clay

The surest sign I have
That the text will come out to play,
Is lying on top of the sand,
All words work like an element of clay.

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