Reprise

Ice-cold snow left
in the right pocket
of my left brain

Pieces crumble to
reassemble for a
stronger piece

The cold mornings end
with the summer breeze
under the blue sky

Beneath the cloud
the heavens open up
showering me with rain,
a sign of hope.

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