Winter’s Hope

Beyond window’s cold,
I search for a face
in the passing sky.

Yearning from afar,
with winter’s hope,
there is nothing to see.

The past hangs over
present dreams and
endlessly pull.

Memories wave in
a shivering air,
tempting lost eyes.

Beyond finger’s reach,
I search for a face
in the passing sky.

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