(written March 2023)
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Spring arrives.
We turn our faces to the light.
A rising sun burns the gloom away.
Winter dissipates.
With hope revived, we thrive, seeking new endeavours.
If only the sun would shine forever.
Two quarters later, we prepare for winter again.
Another cycle of grey begins as summer memories fade.
And the sun goes down once more.
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In the Shadow of my Pen 
And o, the sun, it shines,
But after a moment, it goes away,
Then after a moment, it comes again.
But, while the sun comes our way,
Let us make hay, even while we may…
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