Maybe Time Is like a Snowdrift
|Maybe time is like a snowdrift. Spring|
Opens up its secrets. And perhaps
There you find what you've been looking for.
Harsh winters wait, of course, but there are more
Ecstasies than sorrows under wraps,
Retained in drifts till their awakening.
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