#1681-Long
08/03/2022
Late winter days,
When the sun shines,
Yet iciness survives.
Illuminating,
Casting shadows,
But not melting,
A single flake of snow.
Thoughts feel numb,
Frozen still for days.
Spring seems far away.
Patience, coffee, cigarettes,
Until it all ends.
Soon, grassy hills
Will be here again.
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