A WINTER IN THE CITY

A winter in the city

It drags on, endlessly.

Or so it seems.

The flame just won’t catch;

Like when incense stops burning mid-way;

And you have to walk across the room to re-light it.

Tired. Cold. Frigid.

Oh, but not as cold as you.

This may be a long winter,

But I am certain it will be worth it, come Spring.

Spring in the city. Spread love in the city.

Now that’s something worth igniting.

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