Even though it's winter
I haven't felt cold in weeks
I've been enjoying the sun
Without awaiting the snow and
Even the grass has begun to breathe again
And the trees still stand tall,
Still strong and I think to myself,
"I want to be like them."
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Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
