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I felt a frosty nip
in the air.
This brought forth
despair
nipping my
buds.
It left me
icy and bare,
without hope.
All my dreams
were frozen
and lost in
the frigid air
of the morning frost.
Why did I find it
so hard to forgive?
I still had a
reason to live.
Then the sun
begins to shine
above the timberline.
I can now say prayer
is the way.
It's the starting
of a new day.
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