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Pain gets
Hidden,
Like spring,
Under a thick
Blanket of snow.
The fingers of
The wind carve
Safe places
Around the artifacts
Of past summer,
Spaces for lives
To be lived
And saved.
Seeking shelter
Takes all that
We have,
And the spaces
Are too few
And far between.

Categories: Poetry