Stronger than the icicles that form
With water dripping softly from the pointy tips;
Only a reminder of a sad, winter day, so cold,
Gray, and full of you.
The tears, they dripped like
Raindrops from your eyes,
Just like these icicles
Drip quietly down into a puddle
With which our reflections are shown
And the tears,
They run down your face no more.
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