This Time

Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend

It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early

Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you

Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless

Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!

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