White for Winter



Our night just flew away,
into another misty day.
I still see apples on a tree,
white for winter, green for me.
Snow that melts before my eye,
falls softly from an open sky.
It’s wet and cold,
November gray.
Autumn, winter,
one season every day.
My heart’s still warm
with pearls of you.
I know all secrets now,
I know it’s true.
That light will shine,
our souls will never freeze.
Warm as golden fire,
a magic summer breeze.



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