A Poem from the Book:
‘To Live Again’ – A section of the book: “The Fifth and The Last Nail”
In such a long, cold Winter
With the deadly breath of an ice age,
What we need
Is making a bonfire
Of all our memories:
How else can we wait
For a new Spring
That may never come?
Let us sit and count the stars
As they melt
On the palm of our hands.
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