This is a sad time.
A very Winter of life,
When he who should leap and laugh
Is scattered in the sea.
A bitter time when tears flow,
When shoulders heave with sorrow.
A cold time with no reason for it.
A dark time, a dark, dark time.
As some brave flowers break through frost
So thoughts of life, brief memories,
Illuminate the blackness
And show the joy that was.
The blissful child, the man of wit,
The lover and the loved.
This is a Spring of sorts,
But Summer there will never be.
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