Memories of Winter

The low sun of winter
blinds my careless eyes.
A memory of you emerges
from the frost around me.
Birds hiding in the trees
sit in a chill of silence;
all I hear is the echo
of a forgotten and distant city.
Your face glows in the sky
between the dull clouds.

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