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Posted to Utterances

Masquerading sun
posing as heat
but hiding
in a shroud of ice cold winter
teasing a summer heart
taunting, "come out and play! warm your skin in my rays.."
but when the summer child
opens the door
winter walks in
and takes a seat in the dark
a constant presence
until the birth of infant spring
melts winter's harsh, yet exquisite