The day started with a cold shower,drops
Hitting her neck like needles,
Reminding her that it was just as cold outside.
The Spring had never come, just like Summer,
The green winter was an illusion.
That day she preferred candles to sunlight.
She lifted her hand to dim the light
While she was finishing the last sentence
And warms drops had started to mud her keypad.
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