Meltdown

Her eyes grew wet
And two freshets
Rushed down her cheeks
In zigzagged streaks.

What is it?—He asked,—
Are you crying?

No,—She replied,—

It’s my heart’s
Everlasting snow

Is melting now
Because of your smile…

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