This time last year, it was raining while the dancing lights kept ablaze.
And with cold fingers, I let the breeze seeped in.
Since then, winter lives on in me.
The snow burns, but it keeps me going;
The heart bleeds, but it keeps on beating.ย
The emerald against the blue tapestry.
I will remember.


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