Where Winter Meets You
It is quaint and quiet,
Our little world.
The hands of sunlight,
Sets at our eyes.
Our little world,
With few to none good-byes
Tranquility and peace,
With the thought of where we go.
Gentle spring season,
As the feeling I now know.
Through the snowfall we wear a coat.
When together,
You are all I can note.
I love you in any weather.
Where winter meets spring,
Our ice thins and our season begins.
The flowers grow through.
Where winter meets spring,
Is where I meet you.
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