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Wanting More

I'm not ready

for the rousing exuberance

of spring

I’m still craving fistfuls

of darkness and

flavors of silence

I’m wanting to winter longer

to move at the pace

of stretched-out-slow

to continue soaking

in the warmth of firelit nights

snow falling …

like flakes of gold.


I'm not ready to let go

I'm still wanting more.



- Lauren Taub Cohen









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