The dark and gloomy winter
Instills me with peace
And gives me immense warmth
As others tend to freeze
The foggy morning brings
Dew drops cold and sweet
And I drink that nectar
With parched lips that delicately meet
The afternoon sun
Is mild and dry
But its light
Pinches my eye
Into a breezy evening
The day has grown
And I set out to thrive
On my own
My wait finally ends
With the dark night
As I begin to shine
Like a star: benign and bright
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