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Wish

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If you ask me for a wish,
I would say a long dark winter,

where the sun has been consumed by ice
and turned like a dead cold floating moon,

where rivers have nowhere to be seen,
just white sheets till your eyes can wander,

where animals are hidden in caves
scared of the unknown wandering,

where screams are nothing comparable
to the howling of the winds

I would just wait for an eternity
at my window with thickest blanket

humming about snow, the sky and the darkness,
and writing about the spring to come
for eternity.

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