By Raina - raina@pobox.com
Date: 25 June 1999

Winter of Hope

Alone.  One soul alone.
Dreams of striving, reaching; happiness acheived.
But it is not my time to bloom.
Deep beneath the earth, all is frozen and hard;
no warmth, no light.
But soon it will come; it must.
And I will come to life, and love
at last.

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