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The stars hang higher than usual Clear clairvoyant crisp skies Many huddle in warmth, fearing these skies Others revel in it Reveal in it We regress to child-like attitudes Too stubborn to admit when it's cold Challenging our bodies to be as they once were And to fight back sleep; Sweet Merciful sleep, as clear as night As years travel this time of year stays And wears our bodies to bone While bringing melancholy joy of memories As tangent as the cinnamon on the stove Hot cocoa in the microwave Family battles and sweet reunions So let us stay in the cold a bit longer Convince ourselves we aren't cold Huddle under the night sky And satellites Beneath our memories Beneath Winter Sky
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Winters Respite, Winters Bite
The stars hang higher than usual Clear clairvoyant crisp skies Many huddle in warmth, fearing these skies Others revel in it Reveal in it We regress to child-like attitudes Too stubborn to admit when it's cold Challenging our bodies to be as they once were And to fight back sleep; Sweet Merciful sleep, as clear as night As years travel this time of year stays And wears our bodies to bone While bringing melancholy joy of memories As tangent as the cinnamon on the stove Hot cocoa in the microwave Family battles and sweet reunions So let us stay in the cold a bit longer Convince ourselves we aren't cold Huddle under the night sky And satellites Beneath our memories Beneath Winter Sky
mary-moussa
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Lebanese
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
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