in a glass veneer,
it was a message only meant
for me.
The house was still,
the heart was aching
in a desire to
be open and free.
The message unearthed
was loud and clear,
like a child's playground
on a sunny day.
Bubbles of foam surrounded
my thoughts, as an inkling
of what I'm to know.
Messages came and told
a story, the mind was kept
far away.
The frost lies melting
upon the mourning,
it's time to
warm and grow.
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