Cold utter gloom settled
in winter’s grasp. Grey,
soiled, and tainted. A bird
chirped in morning’s glow,
the sun shone deep nutrients.
Despair turned to hope,
respite before return of icy
siege. Reality as a
snow globe. Please cease
the shaking. Let the golden
rays of better days return.
Glints of promise leads to warm
splendor. Rinsing away winter’s
cloak of sadness. Renewal.
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