Frost Bite

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Frost Bite

Photo by Donna Ferrato

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What Kind of marvel could heal,

My hardly steering heels?

Here, no more crucifix or naves

But cypress are standing

Trapped in the claws of the bear

And I wonder,

Will all things be empty again?

All things empty again

Bare hands with my winter fears

Cold ‘til it burns

You’ll be blowing away the frost bites

When we’ll return

What Kind of marvel could heal,

My hardly steering heels?

Here, no more crucifix or naves

Cypress are standing