Count the days
By foot tracks in the snow
An icy glow
Of streetlights walking home
Midnight sky
Strike a deal with time
Flip the hourglass again
Just us and a snowman
A hand to hold
As the sun fades low
On foot tracks in the snow
May be love, I know.
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Abby Gustafson
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