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A cold breath

whispers over a pair of hands

slowly growing blue

clutching a parka of promises

that seem to do nothing to keep them warm

is grace is still there

in the flurry of snow

spinning around a head overcome

with the season

is warmth just a memory

is love only a wonder forever waiting

to be seen

can beauty can still be found

on the other side of the manic wind

that whips the road

I stumble on