Dead of Winter
Even in dead of winter, the sun rises and peeks in the window.
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Time Together
Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
Exposed
When the chill moves in and fills the marrow of bones, the land lays exposed.
Appears Death Won
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.
Frozen Ground, Fog
The frozen ground and bare tree in the fog of crisp winter air: life sleeps
Nature
Amid nature we find peace and tranquility but it takes effort.
Weeping Willow
Long weeping branches that nearly touch the ground whilst blocking our sunlight.
Tell Yourself
Tell yourself what you need or want to hear because it will set you free.