I don’t dream of Summer,
I only dream of our Winter.

The wild wind of Winter moves,
The Wild moves into our bones.

You laugh at the trees and snow,
I laugh at the playful snow on my skin.

In this eccentric Winter, we laugh on,
Forgetting Spring will come too soon.

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