Smashing the ice with a sledge hammer is exhausting Pounding, sweating, blisters pulsating Slowly chipping away at the vastness of frozen emotions Yet, the ice is formidable from months of winter Forced to recalculate, to innovate, to anticipate Salt has the ability to melt ice into tears of joy Unless the salt solvates in open wounds Progress freezes until nature's spring decides The sun is enlightened enough to slowly Allow thawing in his Mother's timeAll Rights Reserved
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