This poem came from my tale: "Turn left, Mark".
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Mark takes a piece of paper from the car's compartment.
Mark starts to read:
" Even the sky is dark
Even my mind is sad
Even to live is hard
Even I look a mad
Even this winter is too cold
I need to believe
I need to keep going
Through my cold road
Cause a happy Summer
could come
So, I must handle
I need to win my fences
To find, again, my inner glow
Dear life,
Today, you, Mark's life
is upset...upside
upside down
It's too hard
Me, Mark...
I lost my glow
I'm sad,
I'm out of my head,
cause my sweet Winter
Left me, she really left
Now I can reflect
I'm suffocating
That's why I write
I am dedicating
this letter to me
and to her
Winter was the greatest
I know I have to keep walking
I am brave
But now just hate
I don't hate Winter
I don't hate myself
I hate her tragic fate
She didn't deserve it
And I wasn't able to help
But this is the life
It's a box of surprises
I know I'll always love Winter
Today, tomorrow
I'll always respect her
in all seasons of the year.
From summer to winter
She is my dear
