Touching hands take their time,
Sparks and distractions
Sit and shepherd the light,
Broken icicles melt,
The countryside thaws
And then a dalliance swims
Like two beautiful streams
As they meet at a river,
Rising hope quells disaster,
A new day has dawned,
As bridges sing breakthroughs
And the water forms dreams.
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