Reading · All of You is Magic

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The sun is far
   and the frost on the window
      has reached my heart.
The cold reaches my fingertips,
    it finds my bones,
and i remember that winter
    is for the distance.
It's for the remembrance
    and the collapse.
It's for the embers of a fire
    that flicker in the dark.
It's for the quiet
    and the remorse.
The sun is far,
   and for now,
      that is just where we are.
I will continue to seek,
   to close the gaps,
to take what i can,
    and accept the rest.
To humble my desires,
    to move slow,
to nurture the little moments,
    and remember,
that the sun will come closer,
    all in due time.

Winter is for the quiet

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