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Endless Winter


She’s the rainbow at the end of an autumn storm,

I’m the mud that seeps through your shoes.

She’s a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,

I’m a snow blizzard that you see on the news.

She’s a newly blossomed flower in the spring that kisses you with her scent,

I’m harsh snow hitting your face.

She’s your sunset walk on the beach,

I’m a cold you catch from standing in the rain too long.

Because she’s four seasons and I’m an endless winter.

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