frigid, untouchable, numbing any who dare contact.
Iron rusts, lasts forever – or so it seems.
Ice, though, may – if ambient molecules live —
soften, weep, seep, meld harsh corners,
lose the edge. Drip by drop by trickle
ice may warm, may reveal depths not seen
so many ice ages long.
Frozen relationships seem hopeless,
but ice melts.
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