Through A Frozen World Part 6

His cracked eyes open to see

Fire dancing

Warming his chilled bones.

Quilts and blankets wrapped around him

Hot broth at his lips.

He feels bruises and cracked limbs

Tended to by healing hands

As he wanders in a warming world.

Mother? Father? He inquires

Afraid to call it home.

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