This is the beginning and this is the end
Snowy dreaming of a time I’m living
Making angels out of hope
Throwing snow balls with love
in your direction hoping they hit you
hard enough so you may feel
Pushing, pulling, standing quite still
Didn’t realize all this beauty would fall
I keep trying, trying – but don’t we all?
Take it as a sign coming here alone
Only to find myself surrounded by
All those things I left and realizing
There is love and suffering everywhere
This fallen time, becoming something poetic
Taking the expressive misery and rolling it
Inhaling it, exhaling it – letting it go
What has consumed me continues to go
But there is ever the room for such
Blanketed white hallways of truth
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