S.A.D.

that it will bloom again in spring

if my soul sheds its smile

cannot distract me from feeling,

as the trees shed their leaves,

the bitter sting of November rains

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that it will shine again come morn

if my heart loses its light

cannot divert my eyes from seeing,

as the sun falls from grace,

the haunting gloom of impending darkness

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that it will thaw with loving warmth

If my mind freezes in sorrow

cannot impede me from knowing,

as icicles hang from eaves,

the biting chill of arctic winds

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that one day soon, I too, will sing again

as ice will melt, trees will bloom, birds will chirp

cannot preclude me sensing,

amidst a landscape of murky greys,

the haunting sounds of nothingness