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Summer
I gaze out at the nothingness beneath the depressing gray sky.
The ground is a grave.
The trees are skeletons.
They have recently been stripped of their skin.
Oh when will I see my love again?
When all is bright and warm?
I don't think this darkness will ever end.
But when I'm about to give up, I see a sign of new life!
Yes, I see a patch of luscious, green hope on the ground!
My love is near!
Yes, very near.
A few more weeks of intense longing, and he'll be here!
Bright, sunny, and warm.
It's finally time to shed this heavy, dull skin
and trade it in for a light, colorful one!
He is finally here.
My love.
Summer.