Treochair Poem💚☘️ No 22 – Heavy Hours

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Winter days,
The heavy hours seem to drag 
wearily wrapped in a phase.

Spring seems so
far away, we long for green,
for all those seedlings to grow

Shoots to peep,
emerald emerging from
winter's cold and water's seep.

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