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A five o'clock sunset in a cold day with moonless sky, icy path, and blurred street lights as if to say, "Get used to it--winter is here to stay." The night will be dark and chill, despite your dream of spring and daffodil. No fear, no despair-- just numb yourself with food, drink, and Advil. Zoom with friends and foes alike; holiday dinners in spite of Omicron. All the fuss, all the hypes, all the jingles and jangles. Binge a show or join a maddening shopping crowd. I feel pangs of heartache--the perpetual nostalgia; I think about you--my unfinished love; In all the half read books, abandoned drafts, awkward one line or two, I see the image of you.
Haoyan Do 
Melancholy beauty, the sublime nature of winter. Slush under boots, Santa coming soon.
Beautiful writing. Happy holidays!
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Very beautiful, Haoyan. I think Covid has added to the sadness and drudgery. The scare is here to stay…at least for some time. 🙂
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Yes, it is such a scare and it doesn’t look like it is going to be over soon.
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oh wow this really made me feel something 🧡
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thank you very much.
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Really lovely piece 🤗 have a great weekend 🙋♂️
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Thank you.
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It ends wonderfully.
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Thank you
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That’s nice
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Thank you.
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Lovely piece, hoping you did not lose a loved one. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much for visiting and commenting
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Nice poetry written-with pretty butterfly dear 😍🤩
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Thank you, Siva. Thank you for visiting and commenting.
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My pleasure 😍
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😍😍😍
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