morning smiles
like the face of a newborn child
innocent, unknowing
winter's end
promises of a long lost friend
speaks to me of comfort
but i fear
i have nothing to give
i have so much to lose
here in this lonely place
tangled up in our embrace
there's nothing i'd like better than to fall
but i fear
i have nothing to give
wind, in time
rapes the flower, trembling
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