Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wintered

The winter of my youth
Is long gone

The winter of this nation
Slowly lingering

The winter of discontent
Closer to the surface

The winter of life
Passes by every year

The winter only lingers
When we fail to see the meaning of spring as a new beginning

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

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