The New Winter

 

Remember the times of the old winter?

The times without death and restraints?

Remember the times of the old winter?

The times without the fires and parades?


Remember that joyful time?

Running and playing without fear?

Remember that lovely time?

Being close to all we hold dear?


Now the new winter arrives.

No more fun or safety.

Now the darkness thrives.

Dwindling hopes of longevity.


Perhaps one day all will end.

When old winter has its return.

Perhaps one day we can mend.

When the fire no longer burns.


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