every winter i gaze
2026-06-10
every winter, i gaze,
my cold face misses the sun rays,
then summer arrives,
small plants get huge,
ants work like, crazy,
you're up as the sun is,
high as it is,
bright and fiery.
but you know winter is promised.
so the winter comes.
summer seems impossible,
everything is cold and bleak,
you forget to speak,
forget to utter the words emerging from the fire,
but then one day it gets hot.
and it gets hotter from there
sky with a yellow glare
to get back cold again
colder than before
summer warms so winter doesn't kill
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