Thawed Ice.

I awake when the skies are still dark and the world is still at peace

and in the darkness I listen to the beat of the natural world

the song of the bird the whistle of the wind and the soothing

embrace as she reaches her fingers across the skies and

warms even the coldest of hearts. I wait for that each morning

I wait for the sun to rise and thaw the frozen ice.

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