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What are you waiting for?
The grey and dark have come.
Her cold touch fills the air.
Into the newness January stands alone.
Seeking to touch those with out care.
The softness of her voice cools all that can hear.
Her chill bears down deep on toughts around.
Gloom, is seen for miles.
For her heart can not be bound.
Everything has gone past the point of old.
In her eyes, you can see hope of a new.
Hope and trust try to push on.
Yet even the frost kills her dew.
Lot of things still hang in the balance.
Hope and luck are in there fight.
Fear, sorrow and cold strike hoping to prevail.
Both sides wage at each other with all there might.
Eternal is the feeling.
Long are the nights.
Warmth seams to be to far away.
One hopes they can survive the fright.
