One day
When this
Flurry of
Storms pass
And I
Burrow from
Beneath the
Burden of
Memory perhaps
I shall
Once again
Spy an
Icycle melting
From the
Sun and
Know that
I too
Am healed
One day
When this
Flurry of
Storms pass
And I
Burrow from
Beneath the
Burden of
Memory perhaps
I shall
Once again
Spy an
Icycle melting
From the
Sun and
Know that
I too
Am healed