Dreary bouts of icy cold weather.
The last traces of love lie scattered
Monotonous echoes haunt the hallways
Of twilight's inconsolable kingdom.
Life waits patiently for renewal
For Spring's fresh, enlightening blossoms.
Whilst I bury the past and await
The coming of cool, oceanic freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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