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Winter Goal

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Winter goal





In my small red chair parked next my mom
I sit on the unleveled field

staring at the dark green grass with bald spots in certain areas



like tree’s in the spring as each flower begins to blossom at different points


the leafless trees, and the colors turning from tree to tree





the cold wind blows across my face
leaving myself feeling like a bear with no fur to protect itself from the bitter air




The screams I let out cheering my brother on make my ears flutter




like on a hot summer day when birds cheep leaving myself calmed







I feel cold, but seeing my brother warms me

hungry for a winter goal, I become weak and almost lifeless












until my hunger gets satisfied








and his winter goal becomes real




his smile is brighter than the sun on the hottest day of the year








making myself smile as well


my brother warms my winter day





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