one can wait

one can wait

through the prism of faith

when rainbows seem fragile

you hold to the tendril of a nervous gate

of a swan

on the bridge

over a river that is

not too steady

because glacials have melted

but the snow still covers many slopes

come and ski with me

donot worry about the cervices in the rocks

who cares

if the snow is not faithful

when rivers have dried

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