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An Incurable Optimist


This is the coldest winter I can remember,
The days are short and the nights are long and cold
It keeps reminding me that some battles are fought hard and long
And I need to get inside to come out of the coldness trying to occupy my soul.

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  1. Somehow sometimes cold and gray winters make your life also melancholic, depressing and cold.

    Nice lines could relate to them..

    Take Care

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  2. Sun does come out, it is merely hidden in the clouds dear. Whatever it is, everything ends its only a matter of time :) Love your post.

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