I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate
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Mark Heathcote
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I am a pomegranate
ready to explore its riches
I am a snowfall at your gate.
Push hard to unlock the laches,
my beloved, before;
the wind changes, and my heart ices.
I am an instrument you alone must play.
I'll sing loves turbulences, come what may.
I will dance and hear you say - I am yours.
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