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Her Winter
(A poem about depression and how it seems to snowball)
She thinks she'll stay inside today
The cold seems to chill her to the bone
Looking out the window as drifts get deeper
Her winter finds her again alone
She can no longer shed a tear
She sees the icicles forming now
Looking for some signs of life
But nothing, anywhere, can be found
Her breath frosts against the pane
Her heart pleading for the sun
She will stay inside today
For her winter has just begun
~THE FLOWING PEN~
9-29-04
~~~ Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone ~~~
~A Ponygirl Design~
She thinks she'll stay inside today
The cold seems to chill her to the bone
Looking out the window as drifts get deeper
Her winter finds her again alone
She can no longer shed a tear
She sees the icicles forming now
Looking for some signs of life
But nothing, anywhere, can be found
Her breath frosts against the pane
Her heart pleading for the sun
She will stay inside today
For her winter has just begun
~THE FLOWING PEN~
9-29-04
~~~ Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone ~~~
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