sun-light strong and bright
piercingly penetrating
into my infrequently used office
ground filled with snow
and sure, soon it will go
tree empty of leaf
and sure, soon it will grow
pessimistic thoughts and cynical concerns
creeping into mind
like the uninvited noisy sparrows
they, sure, will fly away
my blindness
my inability
to see the snow melting
cause of my weariness
sun-light strong and bright
piercingly penetrating
into my infrequently used office
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