January 2020
A bleeding heart
Lands in the ice cold
Soft white pillows in an endless land
With no where else to go
The injured covered in snow
An abandoned soul
With no choice but to follow
Stumbles and Slides
Upon an ever growing dye
Of blood red over pure white
With a surge of determination
The soul huffed and puffed
As they pulled and tugged
The bleeding heart to warm it up
They clung to each other
As they fought the cruel world
Healing each other
Becoming flowers in the white cold snow
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