Old winter will come soon,
his icy fingers will paint the world
white,
his breath will chill the air,
and he will lounge under the grey sky.
I know you'd rather him stay away,
you'd rather not freeze,
snow is only pretty from a distance,
and it's difficult to walk on ice.
I'm sorry, but he's unavoidable,
just like little baby Spring,
burning adolescent Summer,
and adult Autumn.
So instead of hiding, come closer,
I'll hold you through the cold nights,
and share the warmth of the flame
within,
the one that taught me to love old
Winter.
-Zero
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