Spring

Winter seems never over
Here
The city known where the snow is born
Cold
But one day I woke up and found
Mist
From mountain to the river
Rain
Brought it and spread it till dawn
Cry
Of ravens seeking for its prey
And
Winter never seems to be over
But
One day I look outside my window
To
See that in that weak fragile tree
There
Is a seed of a flower
Spring
Is on the way
Always
Is on its way

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