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Sparkling, silvery, shades of grey. Skin, shivering, brain of dismay. Trees, trancing, bare naked sky. Patiently, pondering, preparing to fly. Wind, whistling, a dancing swoon. Sounds, serenading a sparkling moon.   Secret , system of the seasons. The rhythm of winter needs no reasons. Seasonal affective disorder, Justify this infective inorder.
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Written by
andydaly
32 / M / Kerry, Ireland
Published
Jan 11, 2023
Lines·Words
14·50
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#seasonalaffectivedisorder#seasons#moon#trees#wind#breeze#november#december#january
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