the sun
tiptoes its way
into the morning
kissing the tips of the mountains
with light
snow reflecting gently
pink
so the day
slowly comes
into focus
and becomes
brought to life by the light
my heart
frozen
dark
awaits the coming of the sun
and the son
and when the
blessed light
touches the cold black place
my heart warmed and
softening
lives
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