When my frozen cheek can’t feel the sun’s light,
I now fear that spring is nowhere in sight.
I now begin to dream of spring’s pleasure.
Dreams fill with the sun’s ray and all of its grandeur.
I find myself longing for a warmer weather.
The kind of warmth that decorates trees with flowers.
No more storms or any of winter’s frozen shows.
I can hear the cheers of a birds’ choir up close.
The time have come for the winter to go,
Because now I want to feel spring green glow.
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