During winter,
warmth is a treasure-
a gift for all.
Some must pray for it,
others find it close.
sadly some don't...
In that time of shivering,
they forget what matters most..
never again will they see,
flowers blooming-
or hear children laugh..
Seasons will come and go,
but to them winter will live on-
forever inflicted with sorrows






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