Day 146 - JuneThirtieth2014

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All the days pass by

The summer winds begin to die

I wait for spring

But fear for winter

Slower, slower

Against the wind and rain

Begging for a brighter day

Cut me a path through my problems

Light up a way beyond my past

Guide me home

Light my bones

Set me on fire

To melt through the snow

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