Silhouttes of a long forgotten summer
Despair ekes, devoid of color
Its solemn boughs flail
lost vigor 'neth a barrage of hail
The repugnant winter breeze
fleecing away, nothing can it appease
The morose being, a once haven
Left desultory by the loathsome winter so brazen
Yet
no defatigable melancholy, no desires to elope
Spring's advent springs eternal hope
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