Winter's River

There was a river in winter.

A pounding, fast-paced existence

preserved beneath an icy shield.

No matter how long the winter dragged on,

the river was never awakened in time

to kiss the dying ice and snow.

The winter melted away

before she could tell the river

that she loved him

more than any other snowfall

or star-filled sky.

And for centuries, these unspoken words

and untouched desires

went around on an endless circle.

Then one day, the river died,

slowly disappearing into the air.

He had raged on, too heartbroken,

for too long in this world.

The winter arrived to find his empty grave,

and she weeped all over the trees

and the birds and the roads.

And then, during the snowstorm,

the winter heard the river's voice

surrounding and showering her.

He had drifted up into the clouds

and now was raining down in the snow.

He was the snow.

He was her blanket, covering her with all the

love that he had held back for centuries.

They finally touched,

they finally kissed,

she held him and whispered to him every night.

And when it came time for the winter to melt,

the river went with her.

They melted together under the ground

and into the sky,

until the time came again for them

to surround the world in their

undying love.

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