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Feb 2014
I walked down the street*
And saw a flower
Growing up through the snow.
It shone brighter
Than the gleam of each crystalline flake.
I stared at it,
I stared at you,
It was you wasn't it.
I should have know I'd see you here
Shining brighter than any star.
Your colours burst and scream against
The cold dead white.
I stared at it harder and realized
The snow was I.
I oppressed you
I questioned each motive
Each petal and dance.
It was easy to tell
By each passerby
That mine surrounding you
Was the real problem here.
My cold, my shiver
Biting at your delicate face.
Would I hurt you?
Would you stay?
They'll never know
And neither will I.
But I will stay
I won't leave you
I refuse to hurt you
Because you warm my soul
You melt my ice
You make me feel.
And as I stand there starring
Watching you sway and sing
I see the water run from my base
I see you changing me -

I guess what I'm really trying to say is
*I hope you'll change the season.
C.Z
Christopher Zaghi
Written by
Christopher Zaghi  Toronto
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