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Snow Grave

How does such delicate flesh contain
our avalanches of soul?
You stand, but inside you are falling, plummeting
through a frozen gaping hole.
And smile through the phantom ache of pain
buried deep below.
Always be kind, because you just don't know,
how dark may be anyone's crumbling road.
The warmth of compassion lightens life's load.
In my snow grave, I know I will be saved.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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Author's Note
Sometimes it's the kindness of strangers that helps you through the day.
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