Is possible to break a broken heart...

You trade off other peoples hurt and bear it on...
It's the way it's the method you've chosen that...

A frosted window sits between you and the world
the glass making the colors of spring and summer...

In the shadows of twilight the temperature...
The radiant warm glow of the sun upon my upturned...

On my knees, the snow builds upon my shoulders
The winter deep upon the land, my brow furls, not...