I saw him peeking down at me,
But then he hid his face.
I think he mourned the passing warmth
That once had filled this place.
Yet, with the sun lost in the clouds
And weeping tears to earth,
I fear the time of light and warmth
Must wait for spring’s rebirth.
Still, there will be warmth in my heart
For this is what you planned
And I can dance within the rain
Because I understand!
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