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Hail knocks lightly against the window.
Bounces down the concrete tower.
Breaks into small frigid dots,
lightly knocks the window.
Its deadpan white stare,
politely it greets.
Knocking lightly
seeking your
warmth.
Fire
blossoms.
plumes of smoke
stretched out upwards
jealously grasping.
Fire will blossom
patches of lush violet
feeding upon the jealous air.
Fire blossomed, replaced by penitence.
4.
Why then, do we think and speak? It's funny,
tears and kisses don't speak
yet we understand all the same. That the strides
of a friend speak softer than any word.