Winter

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Wind sanded skin like wood
And scoured the ice that settled
In cobwebbed cracks beneath his eyes.
He gazed at her photo
And remembered summers past
When his heart was warm
And his soul basked
In the summer sun of her love.

© Greg Richards

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