Winter is young and timid
Hiding in September's arms
A shred of dusk
A scrap of dawn
I'll weave these moments into a song
When icicles bear their teeth
We're shivering in the street
Our booming hearts are waxing
Our breath is curling
With summer's benevolence
Came an overbearing silence
An unforgiving distance
One string supporting two mountains
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