They still feel the chill of winter,
shrugging sunshine off their shoulders,
and rippling through this -
they know, the beginning of the end.
All tired, hearts heavy,
they look to the sky sprayed blue,
from within their sodden trenches.
Tears curdle, time flows through them.
They wait for the promises to fade,
and for their beautiful ghosts to dissolve.
Still their mournful hope holds,
and perhaps the dappled sunshine will find them all
together again,
binding them on an eternal wheel of summer.
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