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This winter sun tastes sweeter

than a cinnamon bun,

but let’s talk of defeat and

wars you have won,

against all that is dark.

 
The years flew by-

with more spark

than flame in your eye,

and the saddest joke

was a love where you tried,

against all that was dark.

 
And this winter day

sprawls out, victorious,

on your balcony,

A courageous heart

keeps tough times at bay,

Count your graces, while you may,

Your candle still burns in the dark.

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Alisha is a high-school English teacher who believes that she writes because she cannot unthink, unsay or unfeel stuff.