Kindred, small, fleeting
pulse under the surface
A petty flicker surviving
Gray, frigid matter
creating the wall-
it wants it extinguished.
Weary of the gloom
and itching for the warmth
Sun kissed shriveled skin
soaking and melting
The smell of bitter grass
The cozy breeze dancing
The easy atmosphere
It's been a long winter.
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