Snow Rose

Spring
but a bloom away
hearth clinging
to one last flame

Red will resurface
with reflection
when eyes meet rose
meet mine

White worn
her skin a snow
I’ve tracked in daily
a dusting left at the door

They call it love
that embryonic ember
found in winter
remembered in spring

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