#1265-Direction
16/01/2021
Sadness.
Trying to escape,
On a cold winter day.
Tears freezing,
With falling snowflakes.
But they first need to melt,
For the heart to mend.
In springtime,
By a fireplace perhaps.
Or with someone
Who understands,
Pointing the way,
To where forgiveness
Patiently waits.
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