I shall not look past Winter.
Despite the forgetful frost,
Something fertile lies,
Coiled buried beneath.
I shall suffer the sacrifice
and savor the sweetness
of anticipation.
I shall not look past Winter.
Despite the forgetful frost,
Something fertile lies,
Coiled buried beneath.
I shall suffer the sacrifice
and savor the sweetness
of anticipation.
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