The land stays cold as my heart grows old

No ray of light to melt the ice

The flowers rot and wither away, growing colder everyday

The land, my heart, yearns for the sun

Forever searching, no time for fun

And when I find my shining sun...

The land thaws out, as does my heart

I sing my song, loud and pure

Only for this to reoccur....


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I liked this poem it'd make a great song if you can write songs I think.