This House
Which represents you, as my bones do, waits,
all pores open, for the stun of snow. Which will come,
as it always does, between breaths, between nights
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Very well thought out! Very well written you are very creative. Sometimes are relationship are like nature, they put us on simmer to bring to a boil, then they slowly chill us till were stone cold. However, as we look at it along the way there is new life! A beautiful bud merges out of all this! Just to drift away with the tides in the end. Surely man and nature has a order. Maybe it one order. Or maybe not!
Channeling Pound and Eliot, but emerging with a breathtaking freshness, an original cadence that shows a mastery of structure while equally embracing a free expressiveness. I wish there were more seasons than five in your world.