Across the Lines
Winter sits in sorrow
No happiness to borrow
No joy to give
No reason to live
Fall was so beautiful
But turned its back towards a less plentiful
Winter sitting in agony
Forever going down in infamy
Winter did love the fall
But the fall did not love at all
The winter's embrace
And cast it asunder with eloquent grace
The winter swore it would never love
Again but as the sun shone from above
Winter become warm like never before
Leaving it to beg for more
Spring had entered Winter's life
Helping winter forget its inner strife
Warming the hardened heart
Which fall had torn apart
The winter became carefree
Never wishing to see
The cold which surrounded
Its soul agonizingly grounded
As the winter looked towards the Spring
Wondering what joys it would bring
It refused to look back
The winter refused its heart to turn black
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