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Winter Is Still Here

Is still, is cold where I live,

Is an unpredictable storm to endure,

It pushes me inside myself,

It brings extra tension where I’m from,

But it triggers mental toughness although obscure,

And it introduces spring scents sensing cure,

For the warming muddy earth I call my home,

For the storming season is a blurry hum,

For relief is desired from,

This winter that arises, and ceases,

Pronouncing our weaknesses,

But gives insight,

Awareness that teaches of turning tolerance into patience.

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