Winter Nostalgia

Twenty years has gone by since I last saw you.

I still remember your crisp scent in the morning.

Your soft touch as the wind blew.

The cold awakening as I gathered you in my hands.

Now it's that time of year,
when everything seems clear as yesterdays.

Those days when I would leap in joy,
to catch you in my arms.

Winter has come,
but not where I am.

How I miss you terribly...

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