Winter Again
WINTER AGAIN
It is the time,
The chill returns to claim its reign,
A season marked by grief and pain,
With icy threads that bind the veins.
The frost clings heavy to the ground,
A silence where no joy is found.
Each breath a cloud of fleeting gray,
Each step a ghost of yesterday.
Beneath the sky, so cold, so wide,
The world seems frozen from inside.
Memories linger, sharp and clear,
Like icy whispers near the ear.
But winter comes, and winter goes,
Through bitter winds and heavy snows.
A season dark, yet not the end,
For even ice will break and bend.
So here we stand in winter's grip,
A fragile, ever-drifting ship.
And though the cold may seize the day,
Spring waits beneath this frozen sway.
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