In the midst of clouds.
Sun chasing shadow.
Hope not quite emerging.
Still...
It presses on the wood.
Perhaps tomorrow?
Light shining through.
Wind
Hiding from the wind
I close my eyes
But still she presses
Winter cold, winter snow
Please just go, go, go
Hiding from the wind
I close my eyes
But still she presses
Winter cold, winter snow
Please just go, go, go
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