The wintertime frozen dream-self
now warms up to be an awake-self,
The icy clods melt and trickle of life starts,
Aha, sizzling bright February sun
going like a knife through the cold wind,--
an interplay of fire and ice,
Spring flowers taking birth under dew-showers,
Soul brimming with joy
under clear blue sky,
Life triumphant to come abloom
after death came within an inch of life.
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