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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