my concerns floats on water
it has no shape
it takes waves for its carrier
like a blast of wind, dances and sings airily
before iced up
my concerns met spring
therefor luckily it wasn't frozen
a puff of warm air slips away from your door slot
i know that is your breath
my concerns still run on water
no shape like a blast of wind
your breath frosted
encapsulated the door slot
hence we broke the relations
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