bitter thoughts drift through the winter wind
soltice is near
bright lights bink, flash in my brain
drawn closer
engulfed, swirling, twisting
lost
Warmth.
a fire blazes brightly
thawing my fear and doubts
cannot give meaning but
comfort does seep outward
Laughter and Smiles.
recognition through my mind's haze:
This is the point of it all.
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