Longing for Warmth
It was freezing and gray,
Just like every other day,
For the young child,
Who stared blankly into the winter evening.
He forgot how to feel the warm,
And doesn't know a sky without a storm.
The snow continues to fall regularly,
Each bitter flake smothering his optimism.
His growing doubt of seeing the sun,
His hope begins to run.
The icy rain stains the windows,
Reminding him of the strong winter power.
He desperately wishes for the heat,
For his heart to thaw, so it can beat.
He needs the warm and bright,
Not the dreadful long cold nights.
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