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Sunday, February 22

Winter woes 

Wisps of snow alight fine
as they swathe us
in a still embrace

Floating through hazy air
our thoughts congeal
yet white and stray

Let no one, or no gray angst
break the resound
of our hope’s sweet song

Sleet, frost, please be gone
all we covet
is one drop of sun.

# posted by Ranjini : 9:54 AM
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