Memories tease me as I glance outside

Through the frosty window I see

Snow that meets with the warmth inside

And melts my soul as I feel the bough of the tree

Telling me to feel this breeze of continuity

And it stears me to encompass what once was reared

By my fears and it no longer exist

As my endeavors perform within

 Sipping hot cocoa

leaving nothing to the mystery

Of such a perfect winter day

Lit by the fireside


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