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Snow
Every day more falls,
And I wonder,
Will it ever cease?
Will the sun peek through again?
These questions sit heavy,
My mind ablaze despite the cold,
I hear the wind on the window,
I know it will,
But it feels as if
It will not.
Why does it matter,
If the snow stops at all?
For you know it will return,
At the end of next fall.
Welcome to the real world,
Things never go away,
Only temporarily leave,
To return another day,
Season write
"...I hear the wind on the window..." Very nice consonance. And the sound of the wind is in my head now. Winter. Due anyday now, snow. - Lady A -