here, where eternally frozen earth
has imprisoned my bones
you carry
a golden sprig of mistletoe
in your hand
you come
to set me free
the first delicate grass
sprouts between my fingers
with the sound
of gentle tapping
sweet warm rain
begins to fall like tears
(Nijole Miliauskaite)
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