LET GO
Somber is the winter wind
That slows the world
As the sun recoils,
In the slumber of winter,
Ambition retreats,
A hushed frozen pond
Awaits the thaw of release;
Colorless fingers shed the pale
Winters’ tight held breath
Finds wind for a dormant sail
The quiet sits hovering;
Vernal hope comes slow
Restore, renew,
Shed the fur;
Let go
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