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Icy cold is chased away,
It stands no chance against chaotic colours,
Dizzy joy and sunbeams;
As pale green erases grey,
And the light stays longer,
Making me forget the dark nights
As though they’ve never been.
The promise of life makes me stronger,
As dull landscapes are defeated by
Brave little buds and fragile petals;
Hope springs up with the meadow’s song,
And it’s times like this that I think I could fly.
~ Ilana Reimer