If winter comes can spring be far behind.
The leaves decay and the cold settles in.
Chilling us to our bones, stilling the bustling life. Drawing us closer to the hearth of the home.
Leaving behind a echo of receding life.
But do not despair my heart for the cold shall lift when the kindling life burns bright.
Ringing joy and laughter amidst the thawing cold.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
