The melting snow reflects the moon
In lovely pools of fallen tears.
The bitter cold absorbs the warmth
Of happiness throughout the years.
While longing leads to loneliness,
The roses stir beneath the snow.
The dusk disturbs the loneliness
And bids the emptiness to go.
In daylight, hope erases fears,
Then love may bloom so all may know.

Jan. 21, 1992

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