The Words

The words were there

In the summer

Where we sat in the grass

In the autumn

Where we watched the sunrise

And the morning lifted itself

From the lake

There

In the winter

Through the window

In the kitchen

Where we could feel the ice and the wind

Where it smelled of pie

And soup

Christmas and home

The words were always

Always

There

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