In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus
i lay back,i am thrilled by apostasy...
i remember...
am thrilled am forgetting...
i think n am thrilled am not thinkin anymore...
i think of the red days of misforune n hatred...but
i keep hope that it wil turn green,
the drying summer wil giv way to puply spring,
tadpoles wil wriggle in the puddles once more,
there wil be dirt to dance over,
there wil be rain to wash over,
there will be me ,
waiting for him ,
when he comes back after his ride
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