Last winter,
when the storm show its wrath,
when our hearts were no warmer than the snowflakes,
we broke up.

This winter,
among the  dead frozen trees,
we bumped into each other with old, warm smile.
Is this time time to start all over again?

—E. N. June 3rd

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