Tired. Cold.
Hungry. Alone.
I am pale and weak
Where do I go?
Who am I going to turn to?
Nowhere to go
No one to see
No one to be with
These days don't seem to end
And spring seems like a myth
It's the winter
So sick of seeing white
Everything in sight
Covered in snow
Frost bites the windows
My nose, my toes, they all go numb
I can't feel anymore
It's the winter
This chill so cold
It kills the soul
The wind just won't stop
Ice pelts my face
And I'm about to give up
Then I see a light
The sun has come out to play
Beautiful and bright
Shinning all around it's rays
Icicles start to drip drip drop
And at the sound my heart just stops
All of creation lets out a long anticipated sigh
And whispers
Spring
LOVE. Hoping that the icicles start dripping soon. It feels as if we've been waiting too long for whispers of spring.
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