Problems

In these cold tentacles of winter,
prodding at nerves,
pinching each curve,
annoying little electrodes.
Long,
dark, veiled periods
shroud our thoughts.

We’ve all got problems,
they can destroy minds,
they can decay times.
Only if we let them.

In the colours of Christmas,
life seems to stop,
warmth engulfs us through giving.
Stop. Refresh. Go.Live.

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