A glance of Hope
When a warm ray of light
Melts the cold grip of Winter
The evil spirits flee like the Migrationbirds to a colder place.
And from the East a morning breeze
carries the sweet scent of the rising Sun.
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The Sun shines on my lonely heart
And warms me for a few merry seconds.
Alas, little does she know about the longing that rages inside it
And so the warmth fades away and leaves me with the cold of my dreams again
However, those short moments of happiness
Are all that it takes to keep a dreamer alive.
