May 29, 2011
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In this winter,
You shiver and chatter.
Scared of the cold,
That waits outside.

You sniffle in contempt,
And stifle the tears.
Yet you make no move,
To find warmth.

So I reach out my hand,
Waiting for yours.
And whisper in your ear,
“Come, I’ve found the sun.”

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