Winter days

The trees as fragile as glass
Beautiful yet bitter
I wait for the seasons to pass
I try my hardest not to be a quitter
It gets harder wsith each endless day
I count down until it will be May
The flowers will come to life for another year and spread there annual cheer but within a few months winter will return,
o when will we ever learn





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