Promises break like limbs in the wind
And fall as hard as snowflakes
Trust becomes tattered lace
Flowing like a frozen river
Between you and me
I Drink Of You
The juxtaposition between the white snow and brown mud is another striking analogy for your words.
It does look like mud, but it’s actually the rock river bed.
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