Let lonely hearts
ride down a snowflake,
touching the wires of
change.
An open hearth
bellowing wonderful white smoke
in the air with
messages of love;
hitching a ride with
the wind
and roaming the states where
they meet on a common
and melt together in the summer sun.
from "Echoes From the Belltower" - 1977
written in 1982
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