never spring



forgotten what love looks like
maybe I never learnt
possibly there never has been 
anyone to practice with
perhaps the landscape will
never bear its weight
horizons ever searched
emblazoned with hope
hold the hidden treasures
golden and unfettered
opportunity rises like the sun
day after day until
she realizes how her only
warmth comes from the
icy cold fingers of winter
because spring won't
show its face
for fear of never
reaching summer



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