One day your songs will
thread as the sun does when it
shines through honey jars,

there will be no need
for shut windows, doors and bars
keeping us inside,

we’ll open them wide,
to make room for freezing air,
flush out the staleness

clinging to our bones,
there’ll be summer in your hair.
Things won’t be the same.

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