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The days of Winter, will soon appear,
Snow and ice, that some do fear,
Will be here, before year is done,
Then we'll wish, for the Summer sun.
Yes, I hate winter, but look forward to spring again, and hope it doesn't snow to hard, even though I like it.
The last flowers that bloomed this Fall,
Have wilted and faded, to none at all.
The colors that were so intense,
Have darkened, so there is no pretense
Of life, as their hardened stems sing
"I'm gone and won't bloom, 'til Spring.
When did love abdicate,
to be replaced by hate?
Love for one another,
be they sister or brother,
needs to be done.
Then we'll know who won.
Here I sit, again,
before the morning light.
Writing out the words,
coming at darkest night.
I'm tired, with aching head,
telling me "Go back to bed."
For just a few minutes,
I must stay,
or my words
will quickly, go away.
