They may start to break,
But she refuses to think this was a mistake,
Trees do not die as winter settles,
And it's not impossible to polish dull metals,
She believes they will grow when the cold fades,
And grow stronger once they sharpen the blades,
She will hold onto him tight,
Until they get through the cold night.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
