

Winter WonderlandThe memory of the sun burns my skin. Brighter days lie like daggers in the pit of my stomach. If I had never known warmth, This blizzard I am trudging through might be bearable.Winter Wonderland
Nothing is left. There are no petals on the ground Reminding me of spring. Winter has settled in, And my heart once turned to ice Is left in shards glistening upon the snow. Will I ever know a different sun? Will I be kept in this winter wonderland? Trapped by my own misery. A private prison created by a broken mind. Or will a new flame spark the fire That melts the snow, reveal
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Constanza Ehrenhaus.
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