Enjoy Danielle’s third poignant piece:
Will I ever forgive you?
Sometimes I do.
So I heard it snowed in Phoenix
and I am wishing ours would rise
but it’s somewhere in the ashes
no where near the snowy sky.
If snow can come to Phoenix
then we can hold on fast
to quixotic transformations
that heal the wounds of love.
They say the cure is in the wound
yes, the snow is on the ground
Yes the cure is in the wound
& the snow is on the ground
And the snow is in the wound
Phoenix underground
and the cure is in the wound
and the cure is underground.
