UNDER THE SNOW

Buried under the snow lies

A heart beating warm

Perhaps you need a shovel

To pry it lose ‘fore the storm

As the flakes float and settle

Slowly hardens the crust

So hasten my dear

Before it freezes and bursts

The shovel of Time is plenty

You just need to find it

It is lying unused there

Behind the door of propriety

Open that door wide

Step out and feel the need

Maybe just use your hands

And let love within you breed

.........Horizon........

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