Short hand of the clock urged at midnight
Squinted eyes to see the daylight
No echoes; dead of silence
Tired with existence
No marks on the snow
Barren and thaw,
Winter ends.
Sun comes.
Warmth
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Author:
Cramer_Tan (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem talks about how the nature signifies hope and new beginnings. Not all the time we're on the midst of winter storm, all things were frozen but there were time that the sun comes, all things brought back to life. It only reminds us that in life, there were time for sorrows and time for joy.
- Category: Nature
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