Reflections in the window,
Shapes I cannot see.
Warmth remembered.
Gentle winds
And laughing snow.
White brightness
On the inside too.
The lightest in awhile
On the inside too.
Pieces are lost,
Fragments misremembered,
But heart in the fire
That still burns.
Gold shines on the streets,
The stars are falling,
All as it was.
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