The seasons of life are far away.
My memories of springtime are fading.
In the darkness, my sleep is labored.
The pressures of the day weigh heavy.
I have argued with subtle words today.
The truth around me is weakening.
I awaken and my nightmare recedes.
I am hopeful again.
I am glad for the day.
The snow has purified my heart.
W. Wayne B.
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