When the frost
Is in my heart
And not out there,
When there are snowlakes everywhere,
I start to doubt
That the melody
Coming from my veins,
Will echo
Through the chambers
Of my body,
Rekindelling a certain spark,
That was once lost.
So what if I'm not as young as before?
So what if I'm growing older?
There's beauty in that, as well.
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Maya Or Tzur
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Just a 26 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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