the one, different might know something others don’t or they are just wrong
no longer frozen my windows reveal a view that’s largely unchanged
the rose in the trash tells us all we need to know about one romance
through the black of night dreams wander, leaving footprints i cannot follow
the deep freeze settles on every windowpane with unique impact
once we’re adjusted to a new normal, the old seems to fade away
ice locks the windows to the outside world; patience knows they will open
the frozen window tells the truth, yet some of us will lick the lamppost
anyone watching which way the wind is blowing expects some setbacks
a change in the wind cannot bring about real change unless it’s sustained
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