Your coming awakens laughter,
it echoes against the still air.
Silence is forced back into her hiding place,
as an invasion of glee stomps over your crunchy skin.
Suffocating mummies wobble awkwardly,
as anxious energy ascends the powdered hills.
Like a desperate matchmaker you put hands together again.
Prying open old souls with each speeding sled.
Your cold breath resuscitating memories that have become idle.
Your wonder is stunning, a sugary decent covering all that has grown bland.
A voice from another world speaks of childhood again.
What a mystery...frozen hearts finding warmth in your icy hands.
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