Summer ... Winter

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The summer sun is
like the droning of the bees.
Always there,
ready to pester you.
The stillness of summer
prickles, like a red
sunburn from a day
at the beach.
The winter wind
is like a whiplash,
slashing at your face
with wild ferocity.
But the stillness of winter,
it is like a paradise;
snow on the ground,
icicles dangling from rooftops,
your breath in the air,
the sun peaking at you
behind a sheath of clouds,
with feeble yet brilliant rays.





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