#1681-Long

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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