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winter's gap
mel sept 01 04
spring's first day
her moon is full
the tide is pulled high (so is hope)
and the sadness is running over
icicles fall --- suicide on melting snow

change of season repaints souls
with the promised colour recollected 
by awoken white pine seeds --- broken memories
but you are wanting not to be remembered the same.

on dividing day of winter and spring
lays divided love of past and future
last modified on Mon 20 Jun 2005