i feel spring fast approaching
the icy rain whips at my skin while the
Winds sing their songs
of remorse, regret, and remembrance.
life seemed forever stationary in the snows
of a harsh winter’s beginning, but here the tundra
liquefies, slowly heating,
radiating Hope for tomorrow.
while the polar existence asunder is cast
my Pace must zeal lack and listless become
--for the one without patience
makes mistakes and extinguishes plausibility.
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