UNTITLED
Spring soon breaks winter’s solitude
This time of sadness immediately before birth,
a time of ending, yet not quite beginning.
Mourn the loss of peace, solitude,
for a cacophony is approaching.
Unstoppable.
There will joy, movement, and color.
But the hourglass of stillness is running out,
and introspection is a luxury.
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